Même à l'aéroport (enfin l'espèce de truc tout petit minuscule à entzheim) ils ont adopté la Noêl attitude!!!!!!!! J'étais mdrrr quand j'ai vu ça!
La vie de Shadow (Version 2.0) :p!!!!!!
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Ben voilà... mon autre blog date de plus d'un an, et devenu trop lourd, trop gros, trop moche... il a vieilli quoi...Puis, c'est plus moi, il me représente plus... Alors voici maintenant mon tout nouveau blog, commencé sur un coup de tête un soir de vacances (le premier des vacances de Nowell:p) avec moi telle que je suis vraiment et pas telle que je veux être, vous remarquerez donc le changement de design, parce que finalement les couleurs de Damrezor sont pas les miennes, c'est trop sombre y a trop de noir :p J'essaierai aussi de mieux le présenter, que ce soit plus propre, plus beau, (de toutes façons ce sera déjà moins sombre donc + facile à lire :p) et puis surtout, j'essaierai de pas flooder :p (quoique...avouez que vous aimez ça:p)
La noel attitude II!
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# Posté le vendredi 23 décembre 2005 07:32
Un Rapt d'enfants terrorise Mommenheim.
Je fais partie de ces victimes...mais j'ai survécu! Parcontre le risque ayant été trop gros, je n'ai pas pris de photo du groupe, MAIS cette histoire est véridique! Si vous voulez des preuves regardez les traces sur les maisons et dans la neige...
TOut a commencé un soir d'hiver (aujourd'hui même, il y a quelques heures), où sept centimètres de neige recouvraient les routes silencieuses et désertes, scintillant sous la nuit, sous la lumière des réverbères...ambiance lugubre pour certains, reposantes pour d'autres... il faisait même plutôt bon, il n'y avait pas de vent.
Poc. Un choc sourd, sur ma vitre. Non, j'ai du rêver. Poc. Non, ce n'était pas un rêve. POc. Ma mère est dans la pièce à côté, elle est sûrement entrain de fermer les volets...même si je suis sûre que le choc était contre ma vitre. poc. poc poc. POC POC POC. Je m'approche enfin de la fameuse fenêtre. Deux silhouettes...l'une se cache derrière les haies, plutôt grande, l'autre petite, un enfant, fuit se cacher à l'ombre dans ma cour. J'ouvre la fenêtre pour les engueuler "non mais ça va pas"...et une boule de neige dans la tronche, une! Là dessus ma mere arrive, et tous comme des moutons se mettent à ma fenetre (au premier étage) et la neige de leur être lancée dessus et de tomber sur mon sol de ma jolie chambre...Ils n'étaient pas deux, ils étaient six! Mon oncle, deux de mes cousins, une cousine, Joanna (sydney:p) et Justine (Mini-yoda).
"On fait un rapt d'enfants"
Et nous, moi et mes deux petits frères (ben ouais..) de sortir rejoindre ce groupe de "kidnappés" pour aller semer la terreur sur les volets du village... là où la lumière est allumée, c'est le plus drôle...bon après faut se barrer en courant sans se casser la gueule (chut -_-)
Mais c'est pas fini, on va un peu plus loin, en kidnapper deux autres (j'aurai ma revanche à nouvel-an :p) de notre connaissance pour continuer nos méfaits^^
Bon après on s'est séparés parce que quand même, mon oncle, il travaille demain, et puis, voilà quoi....
mais du pur délire! Franchement, les boule-de-neige Party en nocturne, c'est dément!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :p :p :p :p :p :p :p
(non la photo ne représente pas mon village, mais j'en ai pas pris alors j'ai pris le premier truc qu eje trouvais sur google^^)
TOut a commencé un soir d'hiver (aujourd'hui même, il y a quelques heures), où sept centimètres de neige recouvraient les routes silencieuses et désertes, scintillant sous la nuit, sous la lumière des réverbères...ambiance lugubre pour certains, reposantes pour d'autres... il faisait même plutôt bon, il n'y avait pas de vent.
Poc. Un choc sourd, sur ma vitre. Non, j'ai du rêver. Poc. Non, ce n'était pas un rêve. POc. Ma mère est dans la pièce à côté, elle est sûrement entrain de fermer les volets...même si je suis sûre que le choc était contre ma vitre. poc. poc poc. POC POC POC. Je m'approche enfin de la fameuse fenêtre. Deux silhouettes...l'une se cache derrière les haies, plutôt grande, l'autre petite, un enfant, fuit se cacher à l'ombre dans ma cour. J'ouvre la fenêtre pour les engueuler "non mais ça va pas"...et une boule de neige dans la tronche, une! Là dessus ma mere arrive, et tous comme des moutons se mettent à ma fenetre (au premier étage) et la neige de leur être lancée dessus et de tomber sur mon sol de ma jolie chambre...Ils n'étaient pas deux, ils étaient six! Mon oncle, deux de mes cousins, une cousine, Joanna (sydney:p) et Justine (Mini-yoda).
"On fait un rapt d'enfants"
Et nous, moi et mes deux petits frères (ben ouais..) de sortir rejoindre ce groupe de "kidnappés" pour aller semer la terreur sur les volets du village... là où la lumière est allumée, c'est le plus drôle...bon après faut se barrer en courant sans se casser la gueule (chut -_-)
Mais c'est pas fini, on va un peu plus loin, en kidnapper deux autres (j'aurai ma revanche à nouvel-an :p) de notre connaissance pour continuer nos méfaits^^
Bon après on s'est séparés parce que quand même, mon oncle, il travaille demain, et puis, voilà quoi....
mais du pur délire! Franchement, les boule-de-neige Party en nocturne, c'est dément!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :p :p :p :p :p :p :p
(non la photo ne représente pas mon village, mais j'en ai pas pris alors j'ai pris le premier truc qu eje trouvais sur google^^)
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# Posté le mardi 27 décembre 2005 17:19
Une rime faite au pifomètre
Et le voici qui court
Détalant tel un furet
Surgit un troubadour
Qui buvait son Beaujolais
©Tyrork l'ex paladin déchu alcoolique et drogué (et Berzerk accessoirement)
Détalant tel un furet
Surgit un troubadour
Qui buvait son Beaujolais
©Tyrork l'ex paladin déchu alcoolique et drogué (et Berzerk accessoirement)
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# Posté le mercredi 28 décembre 2005 08:29
Zombi
Un texte que j'ai écrit pour l'anglais, on aura le résultat à la rentrée :p :p :p bon, c'était censé faire 300 mots d'après la consigne, mais une histoire à suspense en 300 mots, moi, j'y arrive pas...
Zombi.
Zombi .
A word, a name, a story. Nowadays, you can hear many legends about what happened at the Midgard's Royal School. All are wrong. My name's Axel Ford and I will tell you the truth. Because I was there, and I know exactly how things went on.
I was new at the MRS, and it had something strange, maybe because it was in a manor just in front of a graveyard, or maybe because of the rumours that I could hear about some evil things that happened around.
In my new class, I made me immediately many friends, and everybody was nice with me, and I tried to be nice with everybody. Quickly, I became one of the most popular students of my class. It was like in a dream: everybody liked everybody, no cliques, no bad words, just friendship.
Everybody, excepted one girl, who didn't like anybody, certainly because nobody liked her.
“Zombi, zombi!” that was how the others called her. Her real name was Clara Steward, and if she was called that way, it was because of her physical appearance: she had the same face as an undead, white-skinned with bright eyes, which were underlined by red make-up... or maybe was it natural. She had straight long black hair, even scarier than sadako's one*, and she was ever wearing black clothes. Gothic? No.
She often went to the graveyard once school was over, and everybody wondered what a girl like her could do in a cemetery at nineteen o'clock. But nobody dared follow her to find the answer...Nobody, except three of my friends, and, of course, I. The three others hated Zombi, because she was so strange, and I think they find her scary.
We followed her by a cold October, Friday thirteenth, evening. We hid behind a tree, or maybe was it a tomb...I don't remember, I just remind we hid somewhere, and we waited, and then, she came. Slowly, it was dark but her skin was so pale that we could see her easily, and she appeared me with something like sadness in the eyes.
She approached an old tomb, and sat down just in front of it. She stood a moment in that position, and she began to pray, and just after, she scraped the earth a few minutes.
“What the heck is she doing!” said Luke.
Nobody answered, we just were watching, wondering why she was scraping.
“Maybe she will unearth some bones?” asked Amy.
No, it wasn't that. She didn't unearth anything, when she stood up she hadn't anything in her hands. She put her left one in her jacket and after that, she started to spread some mysterious powder on the grave.
“Witchcraft” said Luke. But I didn't believe it. It was a bit scary, but no witchcraft.
“I agree with you” said Carrie to Luke.
Then, Clara started to sing a melody, a strange one, in a language I couldn't understand.
“It sounds like Dracula's language” said Luke.
Balowny...as if he had one heard Transylvanian in his life. I didn't like Luke very much, he wasn't very nice with people he didn't know, and had on the world a point of view I didn't share. But even if I couldn't bear it very well (everybody must like everybody, we are the best class of the MRS and of the world, of course...) I wanted to know what the hell this Zombi was doing.
She finished spreading her “powder” and prayed a little, and finally, leaved the graveyard, coming to our direction. But we didn't want to hide anymore; we wanted to know, even if she was scary. We went out of our hiding-place, and went in front of her. She seemed surprised.
“What are you doing here, you witch! started Luke.
“Go back to hell! continued Alex.”
And as my friends started to laugh her up, I couldn't help to feel some pity for that ...girl? She looked so sad...
“I was planting flowers” she simply answered, shyly. She seemed more afraid than us. Luke wanted to hit her: he hated her...but I stopped him:
“No violence. She didn't do anything bad for the moment, so let her go!”
A little angry, my friends leaved. “We'll kill you, Zombi. You're lucky tonight!” they just said before. The girl looked-up at me. She seemed surprised, it certainly was the first time anybody helped her. We stood a moment together, silently, I didn't like it. It was just so odd. I had to find something to say, I couldn't bear her look on me. A childish, sad and innocent look, although her eyes were red-underlined.
“Damn, you're really pale.” I said. Stupid, it isn't very nice for her. “But you're pretty. You could be beautiful, if you would make an effort.”
She just looked at me, and didn't answer. Damn, how strange was it. What would she do with me? Was it really witchcraft she did a little sooner? I wanted to know. But I dared not ask. I hope my words didn't hurt her, because she looked sadder than before.
“Sorry...but you should try.”
No answer again.
“Can't you speak?”
Silent.
“Of course you can speak; you said you were planting flowers.
-It was true...”
Her voice was so shy... I went closer of the girl, just a little. She had a strange scent. That's why the others ever said that she was a “stinking zombi!” I felt sorry for her, she had a so pretty face...if only she didn't look like an undead... she seemed as she was just waiting I said her “you can go”. But I couldn't. I wanted to know.
“Geez, you're bleeding” I said. She didn't seem to understand. “Your nose is bleeding” I repeated. She smiled. I newer will forgot that smile.
“I'm okay” she said. “I'll go home.”
“See ya on Monday.” I answered.
She looked down, as if she didn't want to see me on Monday, and leave. Just before going out of the graveyard, she turned back to me, and begged me:
“Please...
-Yeah?
-Don't hate me.
-I don't hate you.
-Why are you scared?
-I'm not!
-You are.
-I find you friendly.
-I'm not friendly. I just want to enjoy life. I don't need any friendship.
-Why? Are you really a zombi?
-Not yet. You guys shouldn't have laughing me up. But I forgive you. Because you don't know what's going on.
-Tell me.
-I won't. Believe what do you want.
-Why won't you tell me if it is in order to know the truth about you?
-Because that mystery about what monster I could be amuses me. It gives another vision of what I am, out of reality.
-I don't understand.
-Just promise you won't hate me.
-I promise. See ya.”
She nodded, and leaved the graveyard. I approached of the tomb. Nothing was written, no name, no date. Amazing.
On Monday, Zombi didn't come to school. Neither on Tuesday, and the following days. Nobody heard anymore about her. I didn't dare to ask the teachers, and I doubted they knew.
Yesterday, I went to the graveyard, because I had to water some plants of a friend's grandfather, because his family was in summer holidays. I had a look on the grave on which Zombi were planting flowers four years ago. A woman was standing in front of the tomb. She had black hair, and was wearing a nice blue dress. I approach, she was crying. It was the moment to know.
“Excuse-me” I said. “I know my question is a little strange, but I always wondered, who's buried here?”
“Can't you read?” asked the woman.
“But no name's written” I answered.
“You didn't even look”
“Of course I...”
My eyes just stopped on what was written on the grave.
CLARA STEWARD
24.02.1983 – 15.10.2001
-We'll love you forever. Your parents and family.-
“She was- she is – my daughter” said the woman.
“I see...”
“Did you know her?”
“We were in the same class. But I never laugh her up!”
“So you must be Axel... I though you were a girl. Sorry.”
“How is she dead?”
Her mother looked down. Maybe shouldn't I ask? But it was too late. At least, she answered:
“She was ill, since she was born. That's why she was so pale, and no hair. The hair you could see was wrong one, and cheap, that's why it wasn't very pretty. We knew she would die, and she knew it too. That's why she looked like a “zombi” as you guys said. We paid her a tomb, she begged us to do it before she would die, and when she saw that the end would be for soon, she started to decorate the grave how she wanted to do. Since, I try to decorate like she did. She liked you very much. Her last words were for you.
-For me?
-Yes. She said, “Mum, I'm so glad...I've found a friend...my first real friend”. And then, she had closed her eyes, and she's gone.”
She knew it... I wonder how she was feeling. It must be horrible.
Geez, I'm crying now.
* Sadako is the name of the evil little girl in the movie “The ring” which had very long black hair. (Japanese version)
Zombi.
Zombi .
A word, a name, a story. Nowadays, you can hear many legends about what happened at the Midgard's Royal School. All are wrong. My name's Axel Ford and I will tell you the truth. Because I was there, and I know exactly how things went on.
I was new at the MRS, and it had something strange, maybe because it was in a manor just in front of a graveyard, or maybe because of the rumours that I could hear about some evil things that happened around.
In my new class, I made me immediately many friends, and everybody was nice with me, and I tried to be nice with everybody. Quickly, I became one of the most popular students of my class. It was like in a dream: everybody liked everybody, no cliques, no bad words, just friendship.
Everybody, excepted one girl, who didn't like anybody, certainly because nobody liked her.
“Zombi, zombi!” that was how the others called her. Her real name was Clara Steward, and if she was called that way, it was because of her physical appearance: she had the same face as an undead, white-skinned with bright eyes, which were underlined by red make-up... or maybe was it natural. She had straight long black hair, even scarier than sadako's one*, and she was ever wearing black clothes. Gothic? No.
She often went to the graveyard once school was over, and everybody wondered what a girl like her could do in a cemetery at nineteen o'clock. But nobody dared follow her to find the answer...Nobody, except three of my friends, and, of course, I. The three others hated Zombi, because she was so strange, and I think they find her scary.
We followed her by a cold October, Friday thirteenth, evening. We hid behind a tree, or maybe was it a tomb...I don't remember, I just remind we hid somewhere, and we waited, and then, she came. Slowly, it was dark but her skin was so pale that we could see her easily, and she appeared me with something like sadness in the eyes.
She approached an old tomb, and sat down just in front of it. She stood a moment in that position, and she began to pray, and just after, she scraped the earth a few minutes.
“What the heck is she doing!” said Luke.
Nobody answered, we just were watching, wondering why she was scraping.
“Maybe she will unearth some bones?” asked Amy.
No, it wasn't that. She didn't unearth anything, when she stood up she hadn't anything in her hands. She put her left one in her jacket and after that, she started to spread some mysterious powder on the grave.
“Witchcraft” said Luke. But I didn't believe it. It was a bit scary, but no witchcraft.
“I agree with you” said Carrie to Luke.
Then, Clara started to sing a melody, a strange one, in a language I couldn't understand.
“It sounds like Dracula's language” said Luke.
Balowny...as if he had one heard Transylvanian in his life. I didn't like Luke very much, he wasn't very nice with people he didn't know, and had on the world a point of view I didn't share. But even if I couldn't bear it very well (everybody must like everybody, we are the best class of the MRS and of the world, of course...) I wanted to know what the hell this Zombi was doing.
She finished spreading her “powder” and prayed a little, and finally, leaved the graveyard, coming to our direction. But we didn't want to hide anymore; we wanted to know, even if she was scary. We went out of our hiding-place, and went in front of her. She seemed surprised.
“What are you doing here, you witch! started Luke.
“Go back to hell! continued Alex.”
And as my friends started to laugh her up, I couldn't help to feel some pity for that ...girl? She looked so sad...
“I was planting flowers” she simply answered, shyly. She seemed more afraid than us. Luke wanted to hit her: he hated her...but I stopped him:
“No violence. She didn't do anything bad for the moment, so let her go!”
A little angry, my friends leaved. “We'll kill you, Zombi. You're lucky tonight!” they just said before. The girl looked-up at me. She seemed surprised, it certainly was the first time anybody helped her. We stood a moment together, silently, I didn't like it. It was just so odd. I had to find something to say, I couldn't bear her look on me. A childish, sad and innocent look, although her eyes were red-underlined.
“Damn, you're really pale.” I said. Stupid, it isn't very nice for her. “But you're pretty. You could be beautiful, if you would make an effort.”
She just looked at me, and didn't answer. Damn, how strange was it. What would she do with me? Was it really witchcraft she did a little sooner? I wanted to know. But I dared not ask. I hope my words didn't hurt her, because she looked sadder than before.
“Sorry...but you should try.”
No answer again.
“Can't you speak?”
Silent.
“Of course you can speak; you said you were planting flowers.
-It was true...”
Her voice was so shy... I went closer of the girl, just a little. She had a strange scent. That's why the others ever said that she was a “stinking zombi!” I felt sorry for her, she had a so pretty face...if only she didn't look like an undead... she seemed as she was just waiting I said her “you can go”. But I couldn't. I wanted to know.
“Geez, you're bleeding” I said. She didn't seem to understand. “Your nose is bleeding” I repeated. She smiled. I newer will forgot that smile.
“I'm okay” she said. “I'll go home.”
“See ya on Monday.” I answered.
She looked down, as if she didn't want to see me on Monday, and leave. Just before going out of the graveyard, she turned back to me, and begged me:
“Please...
-Yeah?
-Don't hate me.
-I don't hate you.
-Why are you scared?
-I'm not!
-You are.
-I find you friendly.
-I'm not friendly. I just want to enjoy life. I don't need any friendship.
-Why? Are you really a zombi?
-Not yet. You guys shouldn't have laughing me up. But I forgive you. Because you don't know what's going on.
-Tell me.
-I won't. Believe what do you want.
-Why won't you tell me if it is in order to know the truth about you?
-Because that mystery about what monster I could be amuses me. It gives another vision of what I am, out of reality.
-I don't understand.
-Just promise you won't hate me.
-I promise. See ya.”
She nodded, and leaved the graveyard. I approached of the tomb. Nothing was written, no name, no date. Amazing.
On Monday, Zombi didn't come to school. Neither on Tuesday, and the following days. Nobody heard anymore about her. I didn't dare to ask the teachers, and I doubted they knew.
Yesterday, I went to the graveyard, because I had to water some plants of a friend's grandfather, because his family was in summer holidays. I had a look on the grave on which Zombi were planting flowers four years ago. A woman was standing in front of the tomb. She had black hair, and was wearing a nice blue dress. I approach, she was crying. It was the moment to know.
“Excuse-me” I said. “I know my question is a little strange, but I always wondered, who's buried here?”
“Can't you read?” asked the woman.
“But no name's written” I answered.
“You didn't even look”
“Of course I...”
My eyes just stopped on what was written on the grave.
CLARA STEWARD
24.02.1983 – 15.10.2001
-We'll love you forever. Your parents and family.-
“She was- she is – my daughter” said the woman.
“I see...”
“Did you know her?”
“We were in the same class. But I never laugh her up!”
“So you must be Axel... I though you were a girl. Sorry.”
“How is she dead?”
Her mother looked down. Maybe shouldn't I ask? But it was too late. At least, she answered:
“She was ill, since she was born. That's why she was so pale, and no hair. The hair you could see was wrong one, and cheap, that's why it wasn't very pretty. We knew she would die, and she knew it too. That's why she looked like a “zombi” as you guys said. We paid her a tomb, she begged us to do it before she would die, and when she saw that the end would be for soon, she started to decorate the grave how she wanted to do. Since, I try to decorate like she did. She liked you very much. Her last words were for you.
-For me?
-Yes. She said, “Mum, I'm so glad...I've found a friend...my first real friend”. And then, she had closed her eyes, and she's gone.”
She knew it... I wonder how she was feeling. It must be horrible.
Geez, I'm crying now.
* Sadako is the name of the evil little girl in the movie “The ring” which had very long black hair. (Japanese version)
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# Posté le mardi 21 février 2006 18:24
Trust in me
Viens, suis-moi, je te conduirai à la lumière, c'est un combat entre ciel et terre, entre lui et moi. Le bien ou le mal pour unique issue;mais que dire, que faire, lorsque l'on aime celui dont on doit venir à bout? Je ne veux trahir personne, juste être moi-même, aimer sans compter, mais lui, lui n'est pas de cet avis. Il me manipule et je me laisse faire, il m'ordonne et j'obéis. Souvent, je vais à l'encontre des lois qui me concernent, mais je le fais parce que je l'aime, et c'est ce qui empêche mon élément de se retourner contre moi. J'aimerais tellement que lui aussi me désire, comme je le désire, mais si cela devenait un jour le cas, nous disparaîtrions tous les deux, car son élément se retournerait contre lui: le seigneur des ténèbres ne peut pas aimer. Le mal et l'amour ne sont pas compatibles.
Je l'aime oui, je lui obéis oui. Mais il y en a d'autres que j'apprécie, sans me soucier des camps qui nous séparent, c'est pourquoi ceux contre qui je serai amenée à me dresser le savent. Je ne vous trahirai pas, vous savez à quoi vous attendre. Vous savez que je vous aime tous autant que vous êtes, même si un jour vous m'affronterez. Car c'est de tous lui que je préfère, lui que je vénère, même si cela me condamne à l'enfer. Alors pardonnez-moi. Mais sachez que je resterai honnête, et que je ne vous mentirai pas. Vous pouvez me faire confiance mais sachez que votre ennemi peut faire de même. J'ai choisi mon camp et ce n'est pas le vôtre.
Seulement, lorsque je disparaîtrai, ne m'oubliez pas. Souvenez vous de moi, celle qui vous souriait et vous offrait des fleurs, tout en sachant qu'elle périrait de votre main. Souvenez -vous de moi, celle qui ne voulait que votre bonheur, tout en sachant que vous seriez son malheur. Mais surtout, ne pensez pas que je vous en veuille, car, depuis le début, je savais ce qu'il m'en coûterait, je savais comment ça se finirait. Vous n'aviez pas le choix, moi si, et je l'ai fait. Je suis seule coupable et je l'assume. J'aimerais juste qu'il y ait quelqu'un, quand ce sera mon heure, pour me tenir la main. Que, pour une fois dans ma vie, et pour la dernière fois de mon existence, je ne sois pas seule.
Je l'aime oui, je lui obéis oui. Mais il y en a d'autres que j'apprécie, sans me soucier des camps qui nous séparent, c'est pourquoi ceux contre qui je serai amenée à me dresser le savent. Je ne vous trahirai pas, vous savez à quoi vous attendre. Vous savez que je vous aime tous autant que vous êtes, même si un jour vous m'affronterez. Car c'est de tous lui que je préfère, lui que je vénère, même si cela me condamne à l'enfer. Alors pardonnez-moi. Mais sachez que je resterai honnête, et que je ne vous mentirai pas. Vous pouvez me faire confiance mais sachez que votre ennemi peut faire de même. J'ai choisi mon camp et ce n'est pas le vôtre.
Seulement, lorsque je disparaîtrai, ne m'oubliez pas. Souvenez vous de moi, celle qui vous souriait et vous offrait des fleurs, tout en sachant qu'elle périrait de votre main. Souvenez -vous de moi, celle qui ne voulait que votre bonheur, tout en sachant que vous seriez son malheur. Mais surtout, ne pensez pas que je vous en veuille, car, depuis le début, je savais ce qu'il m'en coûterait, je savais comment ça se finirait. Vous n'aviez pas le choix, moi si, et je l'ai fait. Je suis seule coupable et je l'assume. J'aimerais juste qu'il y ait quelqu'un, quand ce sera mon heure, pour me tenir la main. Que, pour une fois dans ma vie, et pour la dernière fois de mon existence, je ne sois pas seule.
- Cathemy, Confessions d'un personnage
(tout est dans MF je vous dis, tout! :p)
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# Posté le mardi 21 février 2006 19:10
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