Perfect Darkness - Warm shadow

Fink - Warm shadow

Temptation waits

Garbage - Temptation waits

Ondine

Lisa Hannigan - Braille

I fill a glass with what you gathered
They wilt against the window pane
The morning sees you off with nets to scatter
You will come in with the tide again
We swim? without a word between us. Our breath held in.
We read enough in the rush of, Braille on our skin, on our skin
We swim without a word between us. Our breath held in
We? read enough in the rush of, Braille on our skin, on our skin Oh, oh, oh
For you, I leave my light on.
To do its best against the storm.
And you came with the tide in.
And I knew that we could keep each other warm.
You bring crocosmia and fuschias. And I sing your name into the night.
A king? of salt and stones, your compass, It swings from you to me tonight.
We swim without a word between us. Our breath held in.
We reel in love in the ocean, Braille on our skin, On? our skin....


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Diabolo Menthe

Garbage - I think I'm paranoid

Nightimer

From the corner of my eyes I see movement. We're Thursday, school tomorrow. I'm standing at the sink, doing the washing while Mano is supposedly getting into bed. Peripheral vision register a small body picking something up the pen-pencil-craft box. I soundlessly put down the dishes and creep in The bedroom. Mano's here, a paintbrush in one hand, the second on on the lamp post, ready to flick the light on and off. Aunty's Lola phosphorescent ink open. He's getting a moon and a star ready...

Calvin-time

Night is falling. On the kitchen table, the last remnants of a meal. Drip of long-molten ice cream. And old cookie pack.
The house is quiet. Darkness shrouds the room.
Then Mano extends his hand, his voice rasping...
"Ariiiiiiiiise from the Depths, Cookie."

The sphere

(maman ne lit pas le titre) Putaing...

Bon, ben c'etait pas Veni, Vidi, Vici.
Merci Mermoz d'avoir sauve l'honneur, Trinh-duc aussi mais c'etait moins fulgurant.
Une tres belle lecon de rugby par les Blacks. Ils etaient tous a fond. J'ai lu un blog qui parlait de la "maree noire". Vi. Hate de les voir jouer encore.