Des yeux qui font baisser les miens Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche Voil?le portrait sans retouche De l'homme auquel j'appartiens Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose Il me dit des mots d'amour Des mots de tous les jours Et ? me fait quelque chose Il est entr?dans mon coeur Une part de bonheur Dont je connais la cause C'est lui pour moi Moi pour lui dans la vie Il me l'a dit, l'a jur? Pour la vie
Saturday, April 07, 2012
Back Home
Now back home in Vancouver, the whole world seems much serene and clean. No stentch of the city and constant zigzag crossing on the road. Arriving at 2am added this stark contradiction even more. No kids running around and screaming at all time; I feel home.
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
New York, New York!
The city is filled in all aspects. People are everywhere. It is rather shocking and pleasantly surprised to see faces in such a proximity. Such dynamic expression, different color, bold make-up, and such chic fashion created the wave of rainbow, the flood of bursting dynamics. The city is bursting out the energy everywhere I turn to.
No wonder I thought of salmons coming back to their nativity while observing those filling the city.
No wonder I thought of salmons coming back to their nativity while observing those filling the city.
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