jeudi 21 août 2008

Les blogs sont un éternel recommencement . . .


On se croit bien installé en vacances, mais bordel, la rentrée arrive plus vite que prévu. Un rapide tour d'horizon des vitrines de Nancy, et que vois-je,
horreur, enfer et damnation ? Les restes d'articles soldés font désormais place aux collections automne-hiver.
Mh. Ça déprime, tout comme ça donne envie... de se recouper la frange, d'acheter un agenda, ses fournitures pour les cours à venir, d'acheter un beau jean pattes d'eph', des bottes, plein de chèches et des Ray Ban... Mais surtout surtout... Je ne cèderai pas à la tentation de couper mes cheveux "oh, juste pour la rentrée" !! Non non non et non, les filles, merde, arrêtez de succomber à cette mode du carré ! Laissez vous pousser les cheveux !
Lou Doillon est, je pense, un exemple typique qui parle de lui-même ...
Par contre, l'envie de recommencer un
blog prend le dessus. Ça doit bien faire le dixième en l'espace de 5 ans. Qu'à cela ne tienne ! Je continue, encore et encore. Mode, cinéma, littérature, musique, futilités... C'est ici que ça se passe !

Enjoy

Somebody Somewhere - Cazals




Photo : Lou Doillon

3 commentaires:

LA Friendly a dit…

Premier commentaire !
First Bibou <3
Bonne continuation, famous ! :)

LA Friendly a dit…

And love, is a terrible thing
It can tear, a good soul apart
Beware, of what it can bring
Who knows, what it can start

I wanna live like the animals live
I’ve got, love to give and no-one to call my own
I want a girl to bring me to my knees
So I can swing through the trees like Robinson Crusoe
‘Coz Fridays on my mind
A lost soul to find
I’m just a hopeless romantic, with a dirty mind

Somebody loves me, somebody somewhere
Somebody loves me, somebody somewhere
Somewhere out there, well there’s someone who cares and I know that there so,
Somebody loves me, somebody somewhere

So wait
I’ll give you time, I’ll give you space
To find
That you are mine
You’re mine

I wanna mooch like a city fox
When I’m out my box and hold my lovers hand
And as the showgirl kicks her legs, I fell out of bed
And somebody called my name
And is she here, is she finally here
You took you time my dear
Where have you been at all my life?
‘Coz everyone time I get a spin of the wheel
I lose the final deal
In the biggest game of the night

Somebody loves me, somebody somewhere
Somebody loves me, somebody somewhere
Somewhere out there, well there’s someone who cares and I know that there so,
Somebody loves me, somebody somewhere

Is she here, is she finally here?
Woa-oh!
Is she here, is she finally here?
Woa-oh!
Is she here, is she finally here, you took your time my dear,
Woa-oh!
Is she here, is she finally here, you took your time my dear, in the biggest game of the night
Somebody loves me, somebody somewhere
Somebody loves me, somebody somewhere
Somewhere out there, well there’s someone who cares and I know that there so,
Somebody loves me, somebody somewhere



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