Best Promises are Only lies to feel better...

[Guest Nimos]

Have you ever taken the time to think about all you promises? Have you ever taken the opportunity to listen you words....."Believe me, I promise....", All you can give is just a lie because you never know who are you, once that day comes....then You see life in colours...You see all the picture and realize finally all you said, all you believed once, is now that ray of light falling on the dark...

 

And then, You just spend your time trying to remember that night, when you were so sure of every single word your mouth brought from you fantasies world into reality....

 

And there you lying...looking for those stars, which once were witnessing the birth of a lie dressed in a promise...and there you look far trying as a kid to believe that you can reach that stars where your promise was kept....as written on the stars....But nothing is written on the stars, only a fade light which time to time reminds you of the time that is not yours no more.....

 

Time, stars, skies will always be so silent as long as you look on the wrong side, angels diamons and gods will remember you for ever and ever....because of the sweet kid which on you lived of all you magical words and promises....

 

Then one day.....That day when you as nothing will be, when stars would have fogetten you, when angels would be as dark as diamons and diamons as real as the sun light on a Summer day... that day, when lost on the space as dust on the air.....one day the dust you will be, will fall....or go....to that hairs....to tell all the story of you and her, and only that day your promise will live again...on the heart of an unknown sight.....

[Guest cerisecerise]

Have you ever taken the time to think about all you promises? Have you ever taken the opportunity to listen you words....."Believe me, I promise....", All you can give is just a lie because you never know who are you, once that day comes....then You see life in colours...You see all the picture and realize finally all you said, all you believed once, is now that ray of light falling on the dark...

 

And then, You just spend your time trying to remember that night, when you were so sure of every single word your mouth brought from you fantasies world into reality....

 

And there you lying...looking for those stars, which once were witnessing the birth of a lie dressed in a promise...and there you look far trying as a kid to believe that you can reach that stars where your promise was kept....as written on the stars....But nothing is written on the stars, only a fade light which time to time reminds you of the time that is not yours no more.....

 

Time, stars, skies will always be so silent as long as you look on the wrong side, angels diamons and gods will remember you for ever and ever....because of the sweet kid which on you lived of all you magical words and promises....

 

Then one day.....That day when you as nothing will be, when stars would have fogetten you, when angels would be as dark as diamons and diamons as real as the sun light on a Summer day... that day, when lost on the space as dust on the air.....one day the dust you will be, will fall....or go....to that hairs....to tell all the story of you and her, and only that day your promise will live again...on the heart of an unknown sight.....

 

t'es gai , vachement gai

[Guest Nimos]

t'es gai , vachement gai

 

....Nimos est une Idée, mais cela tu ne peux comprendre pollueuse que tu es:)

[Guest MARCEL]

t'es gai , vachement gai

 

Tiens! je ne savais pas qu'il étais homo.

Ça fait drôle Nimos moi qui pensais que

tu étais le reflet de ts écrits.

Je n'y crois pas cerise.

Tu pollues

[Guest Nimos]

Tiens! je ne savais pas qu'il étais homo.

Ça fait drôle Nimos moi qui pensais que

tu étais le reflet de ts écrits.

Je n'y crois pas cerise.

Tu pollues

 

Cerise pour sa maitrise de la langue de son Oncle Voltaire et de sa niéce Georges Sand, ne permet pas lieux á erreur dans sa courte réponse...mais la réponse des autres était ce qu´elle voulait corrrompre et Polluer :p ....

 

Et pour éclaircir la chose.....Nimos n´est qu´une Idée:)

[Guest cerisecerise]

Cerise pour sa maitrise de la langue de son Oncle Voltaire et de sa niéce Georges Sand, ne permet pas lieux á erreur dans sa courte réponse...mais la réponse des autres était ce qu´elle voulait corrrompre et Polluer :p ....

 

Et pour éclaircir la chose.....Nimos n´est qu´une Idée:)

 

:mdr::mdr::mdr:

 

marcel, tu connais pas : être gai comme un pinson.....être enthousiaste, :Lighten:

[Guest Nimos]

STOP POLLUTION

[Guest cerisecerise]

STOP POLLUTION

 

j'expliquais à marcel, que ton post était empli de cynisme qui trouve son pendant dans la gaieté ..... donc je ne faisais pas de pollution

 

d'ailleurs je me demande pourquoi des Cyniques, on a généralisé une définition assez loin d'eux, de leur éthique morale.....bref

 

tu vois, je pollue pas, je pollue pas je pollue pas