Après-midi

Sting: Moon over Bourbon Street

Theres a moon over bourbon street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
Ive no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While theres a moon over bourbon street

It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can only show my face at noon
And youll only see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
Ive the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While theres a moon over bourbon street

She walks everyday through the streets of new orleans
Shes innocent and young from a family of means
I have stood many times outside her window at night
To struggle with my instinct in the pale moon light
How could I be this way when I pray to God above
I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
Oh youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While theres a moon over bourbon street

Kansas : Dust in the wind

I close my eyes,
only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams,
pass before my eyes, a curiosity

Dust in the wind,
all they are is dust in the wind.

Same old song,
just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do,
crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind,
all we are is dust in the wind

[Now] Don't hang on,
nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away,
and all your money won't another minute buy.

Dust in the wind,
all we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind,
everything is dust in the wind

Bon, je vais aller boire un truc dans la cuisine

Mais elle va se calmer la folle du sud!

et béh ça doit taper le soleil à Montpellier !!!!

Ouais ça doit taper dur!

ou alors c'est les herbes aromatiques Montpelliéraines qui ont des vertus...... spéciales.... faudrait lui dire qu'elle en apporte au jour de l'an....

faut lui dire que ç se fume pas!

ben oui mais c'est ça les archéologues que veux tu !!! elles s'imaginent qu'elles peuvent faire tout ce que faisaient nos ancêtres..... mais maintenant les herbes aromatiques, avec la pollution..... tout ça !! tout ça!!! ben ça n'a pas les mêmes conséquences............. mais non non non, elles sont tetues comme des bourriques montpelliéraines !!!