Palabres 67

When the night is deep

And the roses sleep

When I leek and weep

But open eyes I keep

Don’t discard to beep

For a ride in your Jeep!

اطع الدهر

عل الظهر

متل نهر

منل اهر

It,

Composed of thousand smashed tiny pieces filled with a spilling taste of bitter tar

Amor

A mort

Libre

Qu’entre quatre murs

Je l’ai tant souhaité

Tu m’es revenu

Hélas 

[sing Meat Loaf]

And I would do any thing for love….

But I won’t do you

A sweet light awakened his eyes

When he knew he was going to die

Soon

Le musc

Le must

Le ma-sacre du printemps
En France, dure depuis longtemps