<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905</id><updated>2011-12-22T15:09:37.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LuluCrouz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-105266647170631002</id><published>2011-08-23T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:29:52.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new message</title><content type='html'>I don't know your voice...&lt;br /&gt;Could it be calling for me?&lt;br /&gt;The words I'm reading&lt;br /&gt;Have caught me listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Could they be looking at me?&lt;br /&gt;The picture I'm seeing&lt;br /&gt;Has found me watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know your hands...&lt;br /&gt;Could they be reaching for me?&lt;br /&gt;The dreams I'm touching&lt;br /&gt;Have caressed all of my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may know your soul...&lt;br /&gt;Could it have opened to me?&lt;br /&gt;The heart I'm sensing&lt;br /&gt;Already has me sharing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-105266647170631002?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/105266647170631002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/105266647170631002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-message.html' title='A new message'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-9095329639383961554</id><published>2011-05-13T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:31:44.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>I try to smile. Often.&lt;br /&gt;I could just cry. Fuck’em!&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I could just scream. Big times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears have dried. Better.&lt;br /&gt;The smiles I hide. Harder.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t mean. I cope.&lt;br /&gt;No need to dream. No hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much pain. Insane.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am waiting for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much fear. In here.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am waiting for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough love. No love. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am waiting for all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-9095329639383961554?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/9095329639383961554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/9095329639383961554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-try-to-smile.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-8057154498786786309</id><published>2010-11-14T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:32:15.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another dream</title><content type='html'>Mais ou es-tu? Je n'te vois pas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I'm right here! Can you see me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il me semble que je t'entends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Here you are! Are you crying?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Est-ce que tu t'approches? Ou est-ce que tu t'eloignes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I'm standing still, waiting for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prends-moi la main. Guide-moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Put your arms around me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this? Someone's coming! Stay with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Ecoute... Ferme les yeux... Entends ma voix...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui sont ces gens? Tu les connais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Don't worry... I'll look after you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vois ton ombre! Retourne-toi... Regarde-moi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I'm not going anywhere. Trust me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai froid. Ou etais-tu?... J'ai peur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Look! The night has come...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sens ton coeur... Je sais ton ame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Look into my eyes. I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je n'te vois plus! Ou es-tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I'm right here...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-8057154498786786309?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/8057154498786786309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/8057154498786786309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2010/11/mais-ou-es-tu-je-nte-vois-pas.html' title='Another dream'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-8425085585863221725</id><published>2010-11-13T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:32:59.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you?</title><content type='html'>How do you dream when you're awake?&lt;br /&gt;How do you believe when you're a fake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you pray when you're a sinner?&lt;br /&gt;How do you warm up when you shiver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you trust when you can see?&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when you can't see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know how to receive?&lt;br /&gt;How do you share when you can't give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How&amp;nbsp;can you enjoy the ride when you can't drive?&lt;br /&gt;How&amp;nbsp;can you&amp;nbsp;swim when all you want is to dive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you love when...?&lt;br /&gt;How to be loved?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-8425085585863221725?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/8425085585863221725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/8425085585863221725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-do-you-dream-when-youre-awake-how.html' title='How do you?'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-5136995731811638794</id><published>2009-07-16T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:34:17.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encore un soupir</title><content type='html'>A quoi bon les sourires, quand tout est mort dedans?&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'au dernier soupir, la vie qui prend son temps.&lt;br /&gt;Le feu de mes desirs peut bien rester ardent,&lt;br /&gt;A toi je peux le dire, je suis toujours perdant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il me sert de penser que l'espoir ne renait.&lt;br /&gt;Il m'arrange de rever cette histoire du passe.&lt;br /&gt;S'il me prend de songer qu'on peut recommencer,&lt;br /&gt;Je veux bien m'allonger jusqu'a me retirer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quoi bon se revoir quand on sait les limites,&lt;br /&gt;Et qu'on ne veut plus croire qu'on peut encore changer?&lt;br /&gt;A-t'on dans nos memoires les memes reussites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne sais quelle force nous fait et nous defait.&lt;br /&gt;Sur nos coeurs cette ecorce n'a pas voulu de suite&lt;br /&gt;A cette histoire de gosses qui n'ont pas su s'aimer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-5136995731811638794?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/5136995731811638794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/5136995731811638794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2009/07/quoi-bon-les-sourires-quand-tout-est.html' title='Encore un soupir'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-8765944031013747192</id><published>2009-07-13T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:35:07.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je t'aime encore</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;'ai reve que je t'oubliais,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;vitant les peurs, les regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;u n'as pas su mes prieres,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ccrochees a ces paupieres,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;mmergees par tant de larmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;eme s'il n'est rompu le charme,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;spere que je me desarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;t de tes retours, moi je crains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;e pas savoir si au matin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;ontre ton corps me reveiller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;ublier que tu n'as donne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;ien de plus qu'un souvenir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;t notre histoire, la de mourir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-8765944031013747192?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/8765944031013747192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/8765944031013747192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2009/07/j-ai-reve-que-je-toubliais-e-vitant-les.html' title='Je t&apos;aime encore'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-791529518149477148</id><published>2008-09-29T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:35:45.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>"I don't think we should give up our values to find common ground. Then it's not common ground, it's their ground and we're just standing on it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now or later"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christopher Shinn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-791529518149477148?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/791529518149477148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/791529518149477148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-think-we-should-give-up-our.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-8221079906625695153</id><published>2008-07-23T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T05:31:03.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opression</title><content type='html'>De confusion des sentiments,&lt;br /&gt;En sentiment de confusion...&lt;br /&gt;D'une impression de changement,&lt;br /&gt;Vers un sentiment d'opression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Est-ce qu'une faiblesse rend plus fort?&lt;br /&gt;Est-ce que la volonte des laches?&lt;br /&gt;Est-ce que la foi survit la mort?&lt;br /&gt;Est-ce que l'amour ne nous detache?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne plus savoir si demain...&lt;br /&gt;Ne plus attendre que la fin.&lt;br /&gt;Lacher sa vie d'entre ses mains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et ne jouir que du meilleur.&lt;br /&gt;Ne plus entendre que son coeur,&lt;br /&gt;Qui de l'amour, qui du bonheur...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-8221079906625695153?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/8221079906625695153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/8221079906625695153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2008/07/opression.html' title='Opression'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-4292680806451668249</id><published>2008-07-22T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:32:55.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainsi</title><content type='html'>Ne vivre qu'a moitie,&lt;br /&gt;Puisque d'un corps meurtri&lt;br /&gt;M'etre fait prisonnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crucifier le passe&lt;br /&gt;Parce-que demain ne luit&lt;br /&gt;Par le poids des exces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne plus envisager&lt;br /&gt;Que de ma vie ainsi&lt;br /&gt;Je peux encore jouer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et comment preferer&lt;br /&gt;A mes pleurs, que je crie&lt;br /&gt;"C'est une belle journee !" ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-4292680806451668249?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/4292680806451668249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/4292680806451668249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2008/07/ainsi.html' title='Ainsi'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-2090935660937172346</id><published>2008-07-19T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:44:22.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Giorgio Revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/kOqYLCGI3dwGTRoWr0" width="320" height="256" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-2090935660937172346?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/2090935660937172346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/2090935660937172346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2008/07/giorgio-revenge.html' title='The Giorgio Revenge'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-4300476865736176728</id><published>2008-07-17T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:35:47.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine one one</title><content type='html'>9/11 was an inside job&lt;br /&gt;http://www.911sharethetruth.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-4300476865736176728?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/4300476865736176728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/4300476865736176728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2008/07/911-was-inside-job-httpwww.html' title='Nine one one'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-1902657138187717469</id><published>2008-05-25T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:44:53.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aimer a perdre la raison</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1lo3s" width="320" height="256" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-1902657138187717469?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/1902657138187717469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/1902657138187717469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Aimer a perdre la raison'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-7644556077839508354</id><published>2007-12-26T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:42:20.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, what’s now?&lt;br /&gt;What happens next?&lt;br /&gt;Do I get to know how&lt;br /&gt;I should go without text?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said:&lt;br /&gt;Hiding was easy?&lt;br /&gt;I say:&lt;br /&gt;There shouldn't be any fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any hope?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just a lie?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I can cope&lt;br /&gt;Anything but high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am!&lt;br /&gt;Faking all over…&lt;br /&gt;Until I condemn&lt;br /&gt;Again… Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-7644556077839508354?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/7644556077839508354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/7644556077839508354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2007/12/so.html' title='So,'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-1243363893422146404</id><published>2007-12-26T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:42:06.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est bien assez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ne pas porter de croix,&lt;br /&gt;Ne vivre que pour soi.&lt;br /&gt;Laisser la vie couler,&lt;br /&gt;Leurrer l’humanite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne plus prendre de risques,&lt;br /&gt;Attendre que l’on vous fixe.&lt;br /&gt;Ne plus croire au matin,&lt;br /&gt;Attendre ainsi serein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Votre insolence vous va si bien,&lt;br /&gt;Si c’est si bien, c’n’est pas assez.&lt;br /&gt;Votre silence me sied si bien,&lt;br /&gt;Si c’est si loin, c’n’est pas assez.&lt;br /&gt;Votre savoir vous suffit bien,&lt;br /&gt;S’il est si plein, c‘n’est pas assez.&lt;br /&gt;Mon ignorance me va tres bien,&lt;br /&gt;Si j’ne sais rien, c’est bien assez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne pas lever les yeux,&lt;br /&gt;Ne marcher que pour mieux&lt;br /&gt;Attendre que pour soi,&lt;br /&gt;Se montre enfin la croix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-1243363893422146404?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/1243363893422146404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/1243363893422146404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2007/12/cest-bien-assez.html' title='C&apos;est bien assez'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-5147131701314073793</id><published>2007-12-26T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:41:55.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question de genre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Petit homme de sang,&lt;br /&gt;Il voit la vie en grand.&lt;br /&gt;Alors qu’il est enfant,&lt;br /&gt;On le veut innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petit etre aux voeux tendres…&lt;br /&gt;Il ne sait que repondre&lt;br /&gt;A ses questions de genre,&lt;br /&gt;Que nul ne veut entendre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais que Dieu le pardonne,&lt;br /&gt;Si dans son coeur resonnent&lt;br /&gt;Tous ces cris qui n’etonnent&lt;br /&gt;En somme en rien personne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il ne sait si sa voie&lt;br /&gt;Ne tourne pas des fois,&lt;br /&gt;Comme un manege en bois,&lt;br /&gt;Quand meme lui c’est moi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-5147131701314073793?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/5147131701314073793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/5147131701314073793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2007/12/question-de-genre.html' title='Question de genre'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-5929151044764307874</id><published>2007-12-26T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:41:39.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amour en vain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Une nuit sans sommeil pour un amour en vain&lt;br /&gt;Un dimanche au soleil par un ete sans fin&lt;br /&gt;Bleu-mer pour horizon, la musique du silence&lt;br /&gt;Nos doutes ont eu raison de notre histoire, je pense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu voyais une affiche; tu m’aurais bien glace&lt;br /&gt;Et si mon coeur en friche n’avait pas su t’aimer&lt;br /&gt;Il n’aurait pas compris, que de ton ideal&lt;br /&gt;Je n’etais qu’un pari, image d’Epinal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tes nuits peuplaient mes jours; et de mes nuits sans toi&lt;br /&gt;Je ne voyais comment, pour mieux te retrouver,&lt;br /&gt;Esperer sans detours que tu ne sois qu’a moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a cru cependant qu’on pourrait sans lutter&lt;br /&gt;Se comprendre toujours. Mais la passion, des fois,&lt;br /&gt;Se joue des lois d’un temps qu’on voulait embrasser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-5929151044764307874?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/5929151044764307874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/5929151044764307874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2007/12/amour-en-vain.html' title='Amour en vain'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-5954984950454751290</id><published>2007-12-26T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:41:24.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De nos jours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Qui croyez-vous que nous serons,&lt;br /&gt;Quand d’etre ici, nos souvenirs?&lt;br /&gt;Que croyez-vous que nous pourrons,&lt;br /&gt;Quand de nos vies, ne plus choisir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui pourra dire s’il a aime?&lt;br /&gt;Et si son coeur, et si son ame,&lt;br /&gt;Dans un elan ont communie?&lt;br /&gt;Quand de nos vies, plus qu’une flamme…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui saura dire de ses sagesses,&lt;br /&gt;Qu’elles ont change le cours du monde?&lt;br /&gt;Et contre toutes ses paresses,&lt;br /&gt;Et de ses craintes a su repondre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On joue du temps comme il nous semble&lt;br /&gt;Pour des selons, pour des paraitre&lt;br /&gt;Mais de nos jours, moi il me semble&lt;br /&gt;Que l’on oublie d’en etre maitre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-5954984950454751290?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/5954984950454751290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/5954984950454751290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2007/12/de-nos-jours.html' title='De nos jours'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-919145903255120935</id><published>2007-12-26T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:41:09.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si la Femme...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Je me veux penetrer les entrailles du monde&lt;br /&gt;Je veux me projeter au dehors de la ronde&lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais que les heures deviennent des secondes&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas savoir si la Femme est feconde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Nature est bien faite selon des regles d’or&lt;br /&gt;L’Homme est un predateur qui ne lui fait pas tort&lt;br /&gt;Ici bas, moi je crois, je ne peux plus alors&lt;br /&gt;Supporter le Malin et le combattre encore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me veux du mal, n’oublie pas que tu dois&lt;br /&gt;Me laisser me livrer, debout les bras en croix,&lt;br /&gt;Quand prier ta pitie devient alors mon choix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu dois jeter les armes avant qu’elles ne te perdent&lt;br /&gt;On a vu bien souvent ne pas repousser l’herbe&lt;br /&gt;Si la Femme est feconde, ce n’est pas de ta verve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-919145903255120935?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/919145903255120935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/919145903255120935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2007/12/si-la-femme.html' title='Si la Femme...'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-2708763798892735108</id><published>2007-12-26T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:40:54.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est pas un S.O.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Si j’ecris ma detresse, ce n’est pas par tristesse&lt;br /&gt;Je vous livre mes peines, elles me tiennent en haleine&lt;br /&gt;Si je vous fais confesse, c’est pas un S.O.S&lt;br /&gt;Je veux mes journees pleines, pour faire mes nuits sereines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si je parle de trepas, ne vous meprenez pas&lt;br /&gt;A chacun sa recette. J’vous veux pas en alerte&lt;br /&gt;Qui d’autre m’aidera a me sortir de la?&lt;br /&gt;Ce n’est qu’une longue quete, et ca me prend la tete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si je semble en depit, ce n’est qu’une therapie&lt;br /&gt;A vous je peux le dire, c’est pas pour en finir&lt;br /&gt;Les mots sont des amis, sans rime je m’ennuie&lt;br /&gt;Et combien pret au pire, il me plait de l’ecrire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si je vous semble vain, passez votre chemin&lt;br /&gt;Si je vous semble noir, c’est pas du desespoir&lt;br /&gt;Si je vous tends la main… trop tard… c’est bien&lt;br /&gt;Si je ne veux plus croire, c’est qu’il n’y a rien a voir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-2708763798892735108?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/2708763798892735108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/2708763798892735108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2007/12/cest-pas-un-sos.html' title='C&apos;est pas un S.O.S'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-151135593821489649</id><published>2007-12-26T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:54:40.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quand je m'emporterai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Un silence, vous me donnerez&lt;br /&gt;Vos prieres, j’entendrai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De fleurs, ne me couvrirez&lt;br /&gt;Dans vos coeurs, les porterez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De musique, n’ecouterez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dans vos ames, je chanterai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De plaques, m’epargnerez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dans vos yeux, je lirai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De noir, ne porterez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;La lumiere, je verrai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De l’espoir, eprouverez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De cette fin, je renaitrai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De regrets, ne ressentirez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Du mieux, m’avez aide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;En paix, me laisserez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pour mieux recommencer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vos larmes, secherez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;J’en ai assez verse &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rien de moi, ne garderez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De bien(s), ne laisserai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peut-etre enfin, comprendrez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De moi, et de l’amour evite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la joie, montrerez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Puisque de la peine, libere&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Quand je m’emporterai&lt;br /&gt;Las d’ici continuer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-151135593821489649?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/151135593821489649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/151135593821489649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2007/12/quand-je-memporterai.html' title='Quand je m&apos;emporterai'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-4288436702973395685</id><published>2007-12-26T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:40:16.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chacun son tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Le noir du monde m’eblouit, quand de vos corps je m’enivre.&lt;br /&gt;Vous m’embrassez, vous m’enlacez. Vous ne savez si me toucher.&lt;br /&gt;De vos prenoms, je n’ai que faire. De vos baisers moi je veux vivre.&lt;br /&gt;Le deal est clair. C’est pathetique, quand on se rend la liberte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;De l’un a l’autre, de bras en corps, c’est une danse, un pas encore.&lt;br /&gt;De levre a levre, on se caresse. Ce qui me blesse, c’est vos regards.&lt;br /&gt;Ils sont avides, ils sont perfides. Ils ne savent pas quand ils ont tort.&lt;br /&gt;Je peux y lire toute ma souffrance. Ils ne savent pas que je m’egare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Quand vos mains glissent et qu’elles m’explorent, est-ce par depit? Est-ce par plaisir?&lt;br /&gt;Je vous laisse faire, j’vous attendais. Je vous connais, quoi qu’il vous plaise.&lt;br /&gt;De vos mouvements, je sais bouger… quand tout d’un coup, vous laisser jouir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Vouloir encore? Pouvoir toujours? Mes reves sont fous! Ils sont d’amour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Je prends de vous ce que je veux. Vous me prenez et me laissez.&lt;br /&gt;Mais pour donner ce que j’n’ai pas, j’vous ai bien eu! Chacun son tour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Car…&lt;br /&gt;Bien trop nombreux vous etes passes, sans rien laisser, sans rien donner.&lt;br /&gt;Et…&lt;br /&gt;Bien trop souvent j’vous ai cherche, bien qu’en sachant que j’n’en peux plus.&lt;br /&gt;Mais…&lt;br /&gt;J’l’ai bien cherche. J’l’ai bien voulu. Je m’en souviens… j’en ai pleure.&lt;br /&gt;Alors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-4288436702973395685?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/4288436702973395685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/4288436702973395685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2007/12/chacun-son-tour.html' title='Chacun son tour'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365115423679993905.post-5608493156815768743</id><published>2007-12-26T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:47:57.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoi que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Quoi que je fasse, ou que je sois,&lt;br /&gt;Je ne sais pas, je ne sais plus.&lt;br /&gt;Quoi que je pense, quoi que je crois,&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas, je ne veux plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quoi qu’on me dise, quoi qu’il arrive,&lt;br /&gt;Je m’en fous bien, en verite.&lt;br /&gt;Quoi que je lise, dans quel livre,&lt;br /&gt;C’est aussi bien, de l’oublier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais laissez-moi me reposer! Voyez mon coeur si fatigue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Qui peut me dire ou j’en etais quand j’ai perdu le sens a tout?&lt;br /&gt;J’veux pas qu’on m’aime, j’veux pas aimer. C’est pas par peur… pas de regrets.&lt;br /&gt;De mes questions, j’en ai assez. Et vos reponses me rendent fou. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sais bien que rien n’y fera, que d’aventure on me perdra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mes aventures me rendent malades. Elles sont bancales… pas d’quoi en rire!&lt;br /&gt;De vot’pitie, je ne veux pas. Rien n’est plus sur que mon trepas.&lt;br /&gt;Que mon future soit si fade m’est bien egal, pour tout vous dire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1365115423679993905-5608493156815768743?l=lulucrouz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/5608493156815768743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1365115423679993905/posts/default/5608493156815768743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulucrouz.blogspot.com/2007/12/quoi-que.html' title='Quoi que...'/><author><name>LuluCrouz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
