"I am a creature of the Fey
Prepare to give your soul away
My spell is passion and it is art
My song can bind a human heart
And if you chance to know my face
My hold shall be your last embrace.

I shall be thy lover...

I am unlike a mortal lass
From dreams of longing I have passed
I came upon your lonely cries
Revealed beauty to your eyes
So shun the world that you have known
And spend your nights within my own.

I shall be thy lover...

You shall be known by other men
For your great works of voice and pen
Yet inspiration has a cost
For with me know your soul is lost
I'll take your passion and your skill
I'll take your young life quicker still.

I shall be thy lover...

Through the kisses that I give
I draw from you that I will live
And though you think this weakness grand
The touch of death your lover's hand
Your will to live has come too late
Come to my arms and love this fate

I shall be thy lover...

I am a creature of the Fey
Prepare to give your soul away
My spell is passion and it is art
My song can bind a human heart
And if you chance to know my face
My hold shall be your last embrace."

Ode à la flemme. Et aux envies.

La flemme qui fait qu'on n'ose pas toujours ce qui pourrait tout bouleverser, qu'on a peur de changer, de se confronter. Ode aux envies qui font que finalement on se mettra à oser, quelque soit le temps que cela prenne.

En attendant, si je ne flemme, une peut être carte de voeux (et une réponse à tout ceux reçus), je vous souhaite à tous une belle flemme et de magnifiques envies.