Punished

There comes the day when she chose to close all the windows
She hided the sun that was lighting my path
Blocked the air that I was breathing and that kept me alive
Only one cigarette is left in my pocket,
I lit it up and watched the smooth smoke spreading slowly around me

I was thinking, wondering ... how could such a beautiful creature become so mean
So mean that she stopped a heart from beating
Was it because of a mistake I made ?

Or was it because I was careless or without feelings ?
Because I haven't showed my love enough to you ? 

In a black storm you left me

In a dark world you dropped me 

I'm here with no light, with no heat
With no life...

But hope is still there...

Because I believe that God sent me an Angel
I can still hear your heart beats knocking on cold chest 

I can still feel your soft hair falling on my face

Until it vanishes

It seems that the storm won't go. I had to stay home under my wooden roof. I was listening to the continuous beautiful melody made by the hevay rain falling on top of it. I could tell that it understands my feelings, knows all of my deep dark secrets that nobody will know.
I was sitting at the table in front of the little window, looking at the black clouds moving smoothly over the mountains. My cigarette was lit, the smoke was all over the place. My eyes were burning and dropped a few tears. Whether it was because of the smoke or of an other reason, I didn't care... I didn't want to think about it.
I could still see her through that dark cloud, with those same beautiful eyes that stole my normal life... I could still hear her sweet words and soft voice though the scary sound of the thunder... I could still feel her wonderful warm touch over my cold hand...
I kept looking thourgh the glass of my window, where the rain drop were slipping, like it was crying... I took my cigarette, took a deep breath and got lost again in my thoughts... waiting for her to come back... while I was  waiting for the dark clouds to vanish... 

Missing my pen...

It's wonderful how the mind gets lost and then gets back. I've missed my pen. I was driven in another world. A world that I couldn't understand, a world that took everything I loved away from me.
The clock has stopped. I couldn't find any ink to use. My feelings got lost and couldn't get away. I was always thinking, wondering ... How could that happen ? I want to get out of this world full of lies and dirty classical minds that follow regular path just to please what have no value...
I've missed my pen.
It's just amazing how you get to know that you were in a long trip, a trip that you didn't know about. A journey to the emotional emptiness.
The light is back. I've found the ink, I've found my path....

on a fast train...

The train was going faster
but I didn't care, the view from the window was gorgeous
I felt like I'm getting closer
Although I didn't know where this train is taking us



She was next to me, holding me
I was looking at that view,
That she refused to see.
She was scared, that's all what I knew


I was tired, I was cold, I didn't know what to do
Maybe the train was going too fast, but I wasn't driving
Maybe our next station isn't where we were supposed to go
Or maybe I was just over-thinking

A tunnel was just ahead,
it was dark and narrow,
It got me scared.
I closed my eyes... only dreams were there to follow 

My only hope was that the tunnel's end would be near...
I'm sick of dark, I'm sick of the absence of light
I don't want to feel that old fear
That old pain that I've fought...

Big bang

It was getting darker
My blood was getting colder
The little light that guided me was getting further
The dreams that I had were all over

I was ready to let everything go,
willing to free my soul,
from the pain that I know
The pain that will never slow

But Maybe life isn't that black,
maybe life just want us to look back
and let us realize that there is more colors, other than black
that closing your eyes and waiting, will only leave you at the back

I believed in that,
In that blinding light,
I had the determination to to reach it though the black
I was afraid, but I trusted that sight

I touched it, I felt it
It gave me warmth and heat
It drained all the ashes of burns of my spirit
The dark left...

A new life, a new soul, new adventures for the suffering prince...
A new universe,
An unexpected universe,
A big bang...

Le temps

Le temps.
Cette personne qui était souvent là pour s'opposer à mes désirs ou à mes souhaits .
Cette personne qui était souvent l'argument qu'Elle usait .
Le temps. Cette personne qui connaissait tout.
Cette personne qui pouvait m'offrir une réponse à toutes mes questions .
Cette personne qui détenait tous les secrets pour lesquels je ferai tout pour en savoir une partie et afin que je puisse voir le chemin du bonheur plus clairement.
Mais cette personne ne voulait pas que je trouve ce chemin , où la lumière m'attendait pour m'illuminer les horizons que je n'avais pas connus auparavant.
Le temps . Cette personne qui contrôlait tout .
Cette personne qui m'avait privé d'une aventure que je n'avais jamais envisagée .
Cette personne qui n'avait guère su ce que mon coeur cachait.
Cette personne qui était dépourvue de toute compassion à mon égard.
Cette personne qui m'avait violé le rêve qu'aucun ne pourrait avoir .
Aucun. Un rêve si simple et si compliqué. Si agréable et si pénible.
Cette personne m'avait fait oublier la lumière de la journée.
Cette personne m'avait appris à verser les larmes qui s'écoulaient,
tendrement sur ma joue, espérant que ses mains douces les essuieraient.
Cette personne qui m'avait pris ce que je voudrais uniquement de ce monde dans lequel je souffrais
Ô temps, pourquoi étais-je l'une de vos victimes ?
Que vous ai-je fait ?
Pourquoi ?
Pourquoi je ne trouvais que les conséquences sans les raisons ?
Pourquoi on ne répond pas à un homme qui ne voit que ses peines assombrir le ciel bleu, qui ne voit que les ténèbres arrivant de loin pour l'emprisonner de nouveau?

Back in Black...

It seems that black never dies,
Its servants were always loyal to that darkness.
Clouds are apparently  willing to fill up my skies.
A tender winds came gently touching my skin, it carried coldness.


I heard the howling of that beast I once fought,
The beast that had the ability to darken the light,
A light that I would give away my life for it,
A light, that only that angel of mine had it.


I was staring at the horizon, wondering,
I believed that only those unreachable lines had the answers.
Hope, was the only thing I had been needing.
but deception colored my face with scars.