I neglected this blog for too long. I was (pre) occupied somewhere else ...
must also say that I lack discipline, in all my scatters. With me, everything is an excuse for procrastination, you know, is not it?
The truth is that all is not well.
My summer did not quite go as I would have liked. My beautiful project témiscouatin scrapes yet, but certain personal events, some uncontrollable situations made me doubt its eventual realization. The schedule was revised and corrected.
A little girl was stolen from loved ones, and I was without words to comfort me, which usually runs from words and (sometimes beautiful) sentences. This feeling of emptiness before (yet) another injustice of life has made me fully ...
An intimate sees his father through his life with cancer and its spectrum watch too closely.
I have invested much effort in other adventures, and I have lost, temporarily at least, more than que j'ai pu y gagner.
J'ai le moral dans les talons. Autrefois, ma mère était là pour m'aider à me relever...
J'y arriverai peut-être. J'en ai vu d'autres.
Oh I’m on my way, I know I am,
Somewhere not so far from here
All I know is all I feel right now,
I feel the power growing in my hair
Sitting on my own not by myself,
Everybody’s here with me
I don’t need to touch your face to know,
And I don’t need to use my eyes to see
I keep on wondering if I sleep too long,
Will I always wake up the same (or so)?
And keep on wondering if I sleep too long,
Will I even wake up again – or something?
Oh I’m on my way I know I am,
Oh life is like a maze of doors
But times there were when I thought not
Bleeding half my soul in bad company,
I thank the moon I had the strength to stop
Now I’m not making love to anyone’s wishes,
Only for that light I see
‘Cause when I’m dead and lowered low in my grave,
That’s gonna be the only thing that’s left of me
And if I make it to the waterside,
Will I even find me a boat (or so)?
And if I make it to the waterside,
I’ll be sure to write you a note – or something
Oh I’m on my way I know I am,
somewhere not so far from here
All I know is all I feel right now,
I feel the power growing in my hair
and they all open from the side you're on
Just keep on pushing hard boy, try as you may
You're going to wind up where you started from
You're going to wind up where you started from
Ajout –Si tout ne va not well, all is not so bad either ... Sad Sunday, simply.
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