[Poetry : Arnault de Stael]. [Music : Romarik d'Arvycendres]. . Triste et belle lueur. Qui d'un souffle s'endort. Vacillant faiblement. En attendant l'aurore.
[Poetry : Arnault de Stael]. [Music : Romarik d'Arvycendres]. . "Et nox facta est". pome de Victor Hugo. . " Depuis quatre mille ans il tombait dans l'abme.
[Poetry : Arnault de Stael]. [Music : Romarik d'Arvycendres]. . The frozen crypt is silent .... As only a grave can be. Endless I live in vain. Roused from my funeral sleep.
There's nothing left here. . You left me with no room to grow. So where do I go, where do I go. Take me with you to the other side. Because there's nothing left here.
[Poetry : Arnault de Stael]. [Music : Romarik d'Arvycendres]. . L'difice s'effondre. Et le ciel me condamne. A rejoindre la tombe. Que mes rvent profanent.
[Poetry : Arnault de Stael]. [Music : Romarik d'Arvycendres]. . Le pentagramme uni. Nos mes en un seul tre. En relation intense. Treize cierges illuminent.
[Poetry : Hugo /Arnault de Stael]. . " Gloire notre France ternelle. Gloire ceux qui sont morts pour elle ". Dans l'enthousiasme et le remords. Qu'ils guident nos pas chaotiques.
Je t'ai construit le sanctuaire. Et tu m'a creus le tombeau. Au fond j'ai rv d'un berceau. J'y ai trouv quelque vipres. . Loin d'en vouloir il ft si doux.
I have led astray some stars, in remebrance of the embrace that we shall never. have. Lo my everlasting quest. The everflowing stream, the kis within the.
A stone like still flushes my heart, the time has come to me to close my eyes,. drench thy lips in my bleeding Art, open a breach through the skies.. .
We still believe in you old friend.. Indifferent helping hands.. Venom's injected by rejects.. "a lie makes it way half-way around the world before the truth can get its pants on.".
Who can balance the time we once shared, the strength we must bare?. Who can balance?. Time can not wane any slower than this.. This will be the first and last time that we ever coexist..
In my left hand pocket, I may not have been aware,. But there's a note addressed to "I Am.". In my right hand pocket, I may not have been aware,. Another note addressed to "The Cynic.".
In hind sight for sore eyes on the prize fighter.. Pilot, gunner, navigator, the sky.. The mountains luke-warm, metaphorically speaking.. Speaking of metaphors?.
The last letter you ever wrote assured me two-fold. That your words can appease the most blistered spirit.. How much I lust for life... How much I lust....
The last letter you ever wrote assured me two-fold. that your words can appease the most blistered spirit.. How much I lust for life...How much I lust....
Desperate plans impact hearts.. Do not stop seeking what you love or you might end up loving what you find.. Tie me up and blind me with your.... What is time now other than my longing?.
Lift the sky above the city lights.. After all, these are the brand new boundaries. from which we offered and accepted the distinct ideas and evolving though..
Those women are breaking monuments in their sleep.. Constructing the rhythm, fracturing silhouttes.. They are the products of their inconveniences.. And yet they'll still break rules..
Thoughts spawn as quick as they waste.. Forge disoriented futures.. Cutting in and out, floating in and out.. I'm about to chance a great deal of my past..