Hangover Reflections

En deux nuits t’as retourné mon corps ; en cinq jours t’as retourné mon coeur.

J’ai caché dans nos musiques préférées tout ce que nous nous sommes dit. Et même si tous les jours, tes doigts grattant les cordes de ta guitare me manque, ce sera toujours le son de ta voix qui, telle la plus belle musique du monde, résonnera en moi...

Some words stay in your head long after they’re spoken 

Why does the storm always comes at night?

Tomorrow, it’ll snow on our country. I’ve never kind of love it but there’s always someone around to remind you it’ll snow tomorrow. Kids shall go inside to build snowman, drunk friends will throw snowballs to some passing cars, workers shall be pissed off the road full of whiteness and lovers shall share a coffee. People in the street will laugh when you’re gonna stumble on some flakes. People in the street will maybe draw all sort of things with snowflakes on the stuff. Today, it snowed and people do it all, as humans are so predictable you know. 

I wished we would have known each other in another life, maybe in a life we would have been more confident, more reckless, more in love. It’s been a loveless year, honey, but don’t cry because it has been beautiful though.  

Like me they will be the shadow of madness.

Ce soir j’étais nostalgique d’un temps pourtant pas si lointain. Ce soir, j’ai ri et pleuré, mais la seule chose qui manquait, c’était les amis pour les partager. 

Qu’elles furent longues et tristes ces époques où la parole nous manquait. Que les nuits perdues à trop penser furent vaines pour tant de regards croisés mais souvent ignorés. Qui aurait pu croire un jour l’on puisse oublier qu’à chaque fois que nos mains se frôlaient, c’était plus toi que moi qui souffrait. 

You, talking at me last night, was the most beautiful thing happened to me in the past few days. 

When there’s a goodbye to wave, there’re hearts to break. Sometimes we will meet again but most the last look is the only memory we remain. 

I wish I knew all this when I started the adventure...

I’ve always felt myself as a flower: more and more you cut it, one day, it won’t bloomed anymore. 

Do you mind if I stay in my bed today ? Because I’m not feeling very well and I guess this day’ll be like the previous ones. I’m waking up, having my breakfast, feeling guilty because I ate too much, going out to class, feeling not smart enough for this world, do not work anymore to succeed, fail, flood myself into all kind of alcohol and tears, contest the only love I have, fall asleep alone, wake up again in the same bed with the same damned feeling that I’m just not worthy for this life. 

What would it be if now I die ?