Shattered fragments

PARISIAN WANDERING THE WORLD. PICTURES I TOOK WITH HOLGA, DIANA, ROLLEI, FISHEYE OR JUST MOBILE PHONE PICS. MUSIC, TEXTS, & OTHER STUFFS I LIKE. HERE LIES FRAGMENTS OF MY LIFE

Il pleut

Il pleut — c’est merveilleux. Je t’aime.
Nous resterons à la maison :
Rien ne nous plaît plus que nous-mêmes
Par ce temps d’arrière-saison.
Il pleut. Les taxis vont et viennent.
On voit rouler les autobus
Et les remorqueurs sur la Seine
Font un bruit… qu’on ne s’entend plus !
C’est merveilleux : il pleut. J’écoute
La pluie dont le crépitementHeurte la vitre goutte à goutte…Et tu me souris tendrement.
Je t’aime. Oh ! ce bruit d’eau qui pleure,
Qui sanglote comme un adieu.
Tu vas me quitter tout à l’heure :
On dirait qu’il pleut dans tes yeux.

"
Life is like a cocktail, sometimes you pick the wrong one, too strong, bitter, too sweet… 
But it will always be tasty with amazing friends and an awesome view.
Chose your surroundings wisely.
In the end, if you take the consequences, there’s no wrong choices.

Life is like a cocktail, sometimes you pick the wrong one, too strong, bitter, too sweet…
But it will always be tasty with amazing friends and an awesome view.
Chose your surroundings wisely.
In the end, if you take the consequences, there’s no wrong choices.

Voyageur il n’y a pas de routes, c’est en marchant que tu vas les tracer

"Are you jealous because you’re afraid to share or to lose this person?"

"even though people keep hurting each other

Loving each other is not a waste…

The love letter you gave to me…

I still cherish it even now.”

"even though people keep hurting each other

Loving each other is not a waste…

The love letter you gave to me…

I still cherish it even now.”

"And if you could talk to me
Tell me if it’s so
That all the good girls go
To heaven
Well heaven knows…”

"And if you could talk to me
Tell me if it’s so
That all the good girls go
To heaven
Well heaven knows…”

Armand: They had forgotten the first lesson, that we are to be powerful, beautiful, and without regret.
Louis: And you can teach me this?
Armand: Yes.
Louis: To be without regret?
Armand: Yes.
Louis: Then what a pair we could make, but what if it’s a lesson I don’t care to learn.
Armand: What do you mean?
Louis: What if all I have is my suffering, my regret?
Armand: Don’t you want to lose it?
Louis: Why? So you can have that too? The heart that mourns her, her that you burnt to a cinder.
Armand: Louis, I swear that I…
Louis: Ah, but I know you did. I know. You who regrets nothing, you who feels nothing, if that’s all I have left to learn, I can do that on my own.