The only thing she wants is the right to die with dignity…

Twenty seven days ago the doctor told her so:
« You should be aware there is nothing left to expect »
She cried in the arms of her mom, tried to smile to her son
But now she’s so tired she only wants to be gone Lire la suite…

You can’t see inside me
’cause there is no light on this side
You can’t read my mind

You could try to ask me why
Holding me by the hand on the sand
You could try, but you cry
You could overflow the sea with your tears Lire la suite…

« The letter »

I’ve sent a letter to myself
A kind of “trips and tricks guide” forgotten on the shelf
I wrote all the things I was never able to say
Like those words stuck on my lips: « I want you to stay » Lire la suite…

Ecouter

I am the kind of thing
You put in your mouth ’cause it tastes so good
I am the kind of thing
You lay in your bed to make you feel good

I am like your little toy
Giving you pleasure and so much joy
I am like a candy bar
Melting in your hands when you go to far

You hold me in your arms
Baby, it’s so sweet
But then you close your eyes
You can feel the heat

If you try me once, then you will be
Addicted to me
Addicted to me
Addicted to me
Addicted to Lire la suite…