L'Art Nouveau

L'importance organique, la beauté, le culte féminin...

Qu'est que c'est plus beau que l'art nouveau?

;) ihihihihih

Fade to Grey

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One man on a lonely platform
One case sitting by his side
Two eyes staring cold and silent
Show fear as he turns to hide

Ah, we fade to grey
Ah, we fade to grey

Feel the rain like an English summer
Hear the notes from a distant song
Stepping out from a back shop poster
Wishing life wouldn't be so long Un homme dans une gare isolée
Une valise a ses cotés
Des yeux fixes et froids
Montre de la peur lorsqu'il
Se tourne pour se cacher

Ah, we fade to grey
Sent la pluie comme un été Anglai
Entends les notes d'une chanson lointain
Ah, we fade to gre
Sortant de derriere d'un poste
Espérant que la vie ne fut aussi longu

Nouvelle Vague

Episódio VI - Harmonious Silence

They were about fifteen people.
She was in a Carnival.
She was with her friends.
The friends that he didn't knew. The friends he never wanted to know.
She was smiling. Having some fun.
And then he appears.

She turns around, still smiling with her friends.
She sees him and she stops.

The smile faints away.
She walks at him, or he walks at her. They don't know. Time and Space are too confusing for them.

He says it's over.
She shakes her head.
No.
No.
No. No. No. NO. NO!
It wasn't her fault although she felt it was. It wasn't he's either. (Who was it, then?)
She does not say a word. Everything is in her head, waiting to burst.
Burst into shouts, burst into tears...

Her eyes are red.
It was almost. Almost.

He looks at her.
He doesn't want to brake up too.

She looks at him and...

He leaves.
With large steps, he leaves.

Now, with large steps, he left.
She thinks, or doesn't think because she's too busy with shock to deal with time, space and feelings.

She doesn't move.

Her friends were watching.
She looked at them and they looked at her.

She turned her back at them and walked into the beach.
Everything was glowing. far away, with the lights of the diversions.

She steps the sand. It was cold. It was night. Dark night.
A music plays, in the background. It was her brake up soundtrack.

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She walks a little more, into the ocean but she freazes on the way.

She falls on her knees, with her back straight and her eyes wide open.
A slight breeze came from the back.

One of her friends come closer. It was a girl. She sat next to her. Both in deep silence.
They hold hands.

After a while, another person came along. It was a boy. Taller and older then her. He sat next to her.

Then, really slowly, they had lain down. Looking at the sky. Looking at the deep, dark blue.

In the end, they all came along.
All in perfect and harmonious silence.
And they stood there. Lying next to each other. Holding hands. In the cold sand. On a deep, dark blue night. Looking at the sky with they're eyes wide open.

In a perfect, sad and harmonious silence.

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Nostalgia:
do Gr. nostós, regresso + álgos, dor

substantivo comum, feminino, singular

melancolia,

abatimento profundo de tristeza,

causado pelas saudades do lar ou da pátria.

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indeed, so simple...

Perdi-me

Grito

porque
já não sei

(o que é)

esperar...

Companheira de viagem

Ontem, a caminho do departamento, fiz uma nova amiga a quem dei o nome de Sally.
Sally, a gaivota bebé. :)