David Bowie – My Death
My death waits like an old roué
So confident I'll go his way
Whistle to him and the passing time
My death waits like a bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
Weep loud for that and the passing time
My death waits like a witch at night
As surely as our love is bright
Let's not think about the passing time

[Chorus:]
But what ever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door, there is you

Fin d'après-midi, plus de réserves à la maison et en attendant la pizza je vais sacrifier St Nicolas non sans l'avoir mis dans l'appareil ni con ni ..ni quoi,je ne sais plus.

Le 1er fruit de l'année 8-)

Les derniers fruits de l'année

La nuit ici

Ca fait désordre, la nature.

"C'est qui st Nicolas?"
- Je ne sais toujours pas mais en tout cas.