lundi 26 avril 2010

Dans ce temps las, le bruit des bottines de feutre sur la route cahoteuse. Et pour le petit ventre creux de la misère, de la bouillie pour les chats.

...I'm writing on a little piece of paper
I'm hoping someday you might find
Well I'll hide it behind something
They won't look behind I'm still inside here
A little bit comes bleeding through
I wish this could have been any other way
But I just don't know,
I don't know what else I can do...

every day is exactly the same

Nine Inch Nails

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