agonia francais v3 |
Agonia.Net | Règles | Mission | Contact | Inscris-toi | ||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
||
![]() |
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | |||||
Article Communautés Concours Essai Multimédia Personnelles Poèmes Presse Prose _QUOTE Scénario Spécial | ||||||
![]() |
|
|||||
![]() |
![]()
agonia ![]()
■ Petite valse gitane ![]()
Romanian Spell-Checker ![]() Contact |
- - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-09-29 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] |
I am the fallen son
The one that speaks your doubts The killed sea-gull Entombed in your guilty soul I'm the lie in you, Filthy and deeply rooted You always call me For I am your God Sleep quietly my child, Along the crimson candle light And so he speaks, gentle and mild Sometimes not only at night For he is my God My one true lie Caressing my blood And cursing my life At times he screams; So he blesses my spite And then he kisses my heart I've sacrificed my life, my love and my site I know just one lover That is him I know just one ruler He cares for me So I thought, but time Has come to show me I'm but human Now I'm burning, I'm almost ashes For he's fallen Every dream crashes.
|
||||||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
|||
![]() | |||||||||
![]() |
La maison de la litérature | ![]() | |||||||
![]() |
La reproduction de tout text appartenant au portal sans notre permission est strictement interdite.
Copyright 1999-2003. Agonia.Net
E-mail | Politique de publication et confidetialité