Message Personnel - Isabelle Hupert (8 Femmes)

Au bout du téléphone

Il y a votre voix

Et il y a des mots

Que je ne dirai pas

Tous ces mots qui fonts peur

Quand ils ne font pas rire

Qui sont dans trop de films

De chansons et de livres

Je voudrais vous les dire et je voudrais les vivre

Je ne le ferai pas,

Je veux, je ne peux pas

Je suis seule à crever, et je sais où vous êtes

J'arrive, attendez-moi, nous allons nous connaître

Préparez votre temps, pour vous j'ai toute le mien

Je voudrais arriver, je reste, je me déteste.

Je n'arriverai pas,

Je veux, je ne peux pas

Je devrais vous parler

Je devrais arriver

Ou je devrais dormier

J'ai peur que tu sois sourd

J'ai peur que tu sois lâche

J'ai peur d'être indiscrète

Je ne peux pas vous dire

Que je t'aime peut-être

Mais si tu crois un jour que tu m'aimes

Ne crois pas que tes souvenirs me gênent

Et cours, cours jusqu'à perdre haleine

Viens me retrouver

Si tu crois un jour que tu m'aimes

Et si ce jour-là tu as de la peine

A trouver où tous ces chemins te mènent

Viens me retrouver

Si le dégoût de la vie vient en toi

Si la paresse en toi

Pense à moi, pense à moi

Mais si tu crois un jour que tu m'aimes,

Ne le considère pas comme un problème

Et cours, cours jusqu'à perdre haleine

Viens me retrouver

Si tu crois un jour que tu m'aimes

N'attends pas un jour, pas une semaine

Car tu ne ais pas où la vie t'emmène

Viens me retrouver

Si le dégoût de la vie vient en toi

Si la paresse de la vie

S'installe en toi

Pense à moi, pense à moi.

Mais si tu... 

The best way to get rid of your past is to face it in the present time.

Your last chance. Everything seems to be perfect now in your plan-but you don't know Allah SWT's plan yet. Take this chance, pray, and do it.

Shouldn't be thinking too much about something emotional.

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                                         Sky and Earth


                                                          Oil and Water






  Ice and Fire




                                                                Day and Night


                   Dim and Bright
                                                                                






                                                                                    Yin and Yang




         Hot and Cold
                                          


                                               
                                                 Bad and Good



                                                      There are always two sides of everything


                                               which, 
                                                               somehow,
                                                                                   can't be                                              together 
                                             


                                                         unless the existence of one should be


          


                                                                                                                                              sacrificed.
I guess, you and I are included on the list?

Had she not went for a soul vacation, she wouldn't have been lost everything.

The endless triangle, when will it be ended?

It's necessary to love, but you have to keep it in heart. If you let yourself fall, you might fall too hard. Keep it inside, let God make it grow or withered. Keep it inside, because love's not only a word.

I caught myself waiting.

Even though I don't know the certainty and the truth of the thing that I'm waiting for.

Mood Swing (n)

Definition : Alternation of a person's emotional state between periods of euphoria and depression.

Semua pilihan dalam hidupmu menentukan takdirmu.

Remarkable smile he has.

Belajar Membaca - Sutardji Calzoum Bachri

kakiku luka

luka kakiku

kakikau lukakah

lukakah kakikau

kalau kaki kau luka

lukakukah kakikau

kakiku luka

lukakaukah kakiku

kalau lukaku lukakau

kakiku kakikaukah

kakikaukah kakiku

kakiku luka kaku

kalau lukaku lukakau

lukakakukakiku lukakakukakikaukah

lukakakukakikaukah lukakakukakiku

The saddest part of a sad poem

Have you ever listened to a song and suddenly your memory brought you back to a moment which had happened in your life?
Or if it wasn't a song, so what was it? A place or a thing, maybe?
Everybody who ever fell in love always has something, like the dried ink on the piece of paper, memory which can't be easily forgotten.
The main problem wasn't because it was over. Or it was a regretful moment because of an unforgettable mistake. It's about letting go.
Surely, let go of everything that once was ours is really hard-I want to keep everything for me, like, forever.
But sadly, nothing lasts forever. And even more, human doesn't have any ability to keep something for so long in a long time : no everlasting youth, no immortal wealth, no eternal life.
This is where let go of something is the one and only choice that people have.
Difficult? Yes. Possible? Yes.

"And the misery of a person begins just in time when leaving is the only option he/she could have."

And in another life I would make you stay. So I don't have to say you were the one that got away.

Only if there is another chance in another life.

I have such a great great poker face.

But my heart can't hide what's unhidden.

Leave.

It won't get any better, even if we come back together.

So let everything separated. Just like oil and water.


You and I are like oil and water
And we've been trying, trying trying
Oh, to mix it up.
We've been dancing on a volcano
And we've been crying, crying, crying
Over blackened souls.
Babe, this wouldn't be the first time,
it will not be the last time.

Pada akhirnya

Aku hanya diam-diam melakukan segalanya. Mengerti diriku sendiri. Bahagia untukku sendiri. Menangis bagiku sendiri. Sakno rek.

It's always been scary to face the time when you'll be one year older

Because it will take me further from you, the old you. And from the time when 'us' is the best thing to describe us, literally. The more I think, the more I blank. And there will be something from my eyes that drop into my cheek.

Does it take a very long time?

Should it be really dark, dark enough to make me realize how you light me up?
Should I wait for a very long time, long enough to make me understand how precious you are?

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