She fled! It's not often ...
I'm hitting the shutter,
Nothing meets my expectation ...
How should I answer to these wishes
Who accumulate on my table? Or find the formula
amiable
When the sky is grumpy?
My heart is full .. My head is empty: Without
my muse I feel naked
I have agreed that words make sentences
Who tasteless ...
It's my fault I see it, If
, leaving me in the bad luck, the court
My muse prétentaine! How
count only on ourselves?
Oh, I know the mechanics
Align words clocked,
But I do feel them dancing
For speech or reply!
is why my head is heavy!
And yes, the vacuum weighs too!
To be full of my concern,
I feel like a Cougourde!
Will I drag myself to the cellar
To search in a bottle,
What makes you sail, the boredom
Far from that bite or to sup?
But not see, I'm stupid!
I forgot it's Christmas!
Never had anything like
To delight our planet!
And already I feel so stupid:
No, my muse is fickle:
beating me to pay tribute,
It is down near a cradle ...
Momas December 23 2010
Alexis Arette
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