I can't take my eyes off him. He smiles, and I melt. He laughs and I'm as good as a puddle. He cries and I become suicidal. He looks at another and I become apoplectic. He talks to any girl who isn't me and I turn satanic.

Love bites, I tell you.

(Picture : Paulie, the author of the lyrics below)

I hate sundays evening. They are depressing. I cannot get out of my head this poem a friend made for me (or rather a song maybe)

In a dream
You were sitting there waiting by the door for me
And I got the opportunity
To experience the experience once again
How it could have maybe been

But in real life
You're in another world
You're with another guy
Who doesn't have to cheat
And never has to lie
And all that stuff I didn't get
Come so easy to him
He doesn't even have to try

But do you ever ask yourself
How it could have maybe been

I haven't been that bad
But I haven't been that good
Overmisunderstood
Oh I wish I really could
Enjoy the warming sun
Enjoy a warm someone
And end the need to hide
Away alone inside

In a dream
You were sitting there waiting by the door for me

(From my dear Paulo : http://themoonriver.tripod.com)

I hate dreams, because you eventually have to wake up.

Actually, maybe I should put this in the "Caveau des oubliettes" theme...

Anyway, meet : (from left to right)

-Benjamin, one of Jonathan's friend. He's an evil musician (all musicians are evil, mind you ;p)

-Jonathan (Florian, shut up! I can already hear what you're saying as you read this ;p), yet another evil musician, who used to be a special someone.

.-Florian, who always try to tease me but always got bitten back in return (Keep trying Flo, I'm ready! ;)   <3 )

-Nicolas : a friend of mine.

-Catherine : The woman of my life, my little sister, my buttercup!

-François, yet another E.M. (Evil Musician). He's a very good keyboard player, impressive and you can listen to him play at the Caveau every thursday nights.

(/\ Christophe, Gaby, Céline /\ )

Now that's what you get when you drink too much strongbow O.o