tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30317358731766783592011-04-22T01:48:11.818+02:00Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.comBlogger351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-23407081785417933102008-01-04T16:39:00.000+01:002008-12-11T12:59:11.649+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bfZTmZJ9Po/R35UD3PUCfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UCwAn61b6g4/s1600-h/paysagesignature1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151647449102944754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bfZTmZJ9Po/R35UD3PUCfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UCwAn61b6g4/s200/paysagesignature1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">¤</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Tu es si douce et si gentille</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">J'adore ^^</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Tu es si franche et je t'en remercie</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Mon Trésor...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">¤</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Merci pour tout ce que tu as fait pour moi</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Tu es unique et tu le sais...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Et même si tu ne lis pas cela,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ca n'en restera pas moins vrai.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">¤</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-2340708178541793310?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-35928911315817354512008-01-03T04:01:00.000+01:002008-01-03T04:04:12.541+01:00<div align="center">Ca c'est un truc qui me fait marrer chez toi xD</div><div align="center">Quand tu veux parler je ne veux pas </div><div align="center">Mais quand moi j'en ai envie</div><div align="center">Toi tu ne veux pas...</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center">En tout cas si tu veux tu ne le fais pas sentir...</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center">Et toi qui fait genre "tiens salut chui vivante et j'pense à toi"</div><div align="center">Nan mais genre!!!! Tu viens me saouler? Tu crois quoi u_u</div><div align="center">Oh c'est nouvel an j'vais jouer la carte du pardon</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">=></span> BEN <span style="color:#990000;">NON</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-3592891131581735451?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-46558315808103916902008-01-03T01:17:00.000+01:002008-01-03T01:30:30.587+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Je ne sais pas trop quoi dire... Je tiens à toi?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Oui mais ça je l'ai déjà dis...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">J'ai dis beaucoup de chose tu le sais... Des choses qui font mal.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Des choses horribles que je ne pensais pas...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Enfin, il y a "horrible" et "horrible"...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Mais je regrette de t'avoir fait du mal, de nous faire du mal...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Notre "relation" comme tu te plais à le dire est mal en point.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Très mal en point et c'est de ma faute... Je suis méchante.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Je suis tellement inutile, je le sais bien mais bon...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Je continue à être comme je suis : nulle...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Tu me plais c'est indéniable mais...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Comment puis-je avoir la prétention de penser à toi?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">En tout cas je te trouve exceptionnelle, sincèrement.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Je ne le dis pas, je m'engueule avec toi...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Mais tu es quelqu'un d'exceptionnel réellement.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Tu m'aides beaucoup lorsque l'on se parle et j'apprécie...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Je ne sais pasquoi dire d'autre mais j'éditerai surement...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-4655831580810391690?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-35992025115059638772008-01-02T16:16:00.000+01:002008-01-02T16:18:23.374+01:00Justement tiens c'est vrai ça!<br />Chui entrain de "parler" de ça avec toi...<br />Ben ouais j'trouve pas ça inutile!<br />J'trouve que c'est un moyen de raconter ma life!<br />C'est comme un journal intime (surtout que personne ne lit mdr)<br />Alors ça m'aide à extraire tout ce que j'ai en moi...<br />En gros c'est ça ^^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-3599202511505963877?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-20983460978472481832008-01-02T15:58:00.000+01:002008-01-02T16:05:51.586+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">Je suis tellement <strong>conne</strong>... Tellement!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">Je t'empêche de venir ici</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">Alors que c'est le seul endroit où je te parle...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">Si tu comprenais tout ce que je ressens pour toi...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><em>Si seulement!</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Tu voulais que je te fasse des <em>compliments</em>...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Mais <em>comment</em> te dire tout ce que<em> je <strong>pense</strong> de toi</em>? Comment?!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Je te trouve tellement sublime... Ton regard était <strong>foudroyant</strong>!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Et ton sourire... =') <strong>Charmeur</strong> xD Mais je l'ai déjà dis!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Je suis tombée <strong>amoureuse</strong> de ta voix aussi! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Rien qu'au téléphone je ne me sentais plus oO</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Et je sais pas, <strong><em>tout </em></strong>m'attire en toi! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Tu es si<strong> spéciale</strong>... Je n'arrive pas à définir...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Bref je ressens tout<strong> ça</strong> pour toi</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#333333;">Edit du 2 janvier 2008</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-2098346097847248183?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-30457875535221048722007-12-27T02:40:00.000+01:002007-12-27T02:42:56.634+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Pourquoi ne réfléchis-tu pas?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Pourquoi j'avais décidé d'aller <em><strong>étudier </strong></em>à <em>Aix En Provence</em>?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Pourquoi ça ne sert plus à rien?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Pourquoi c'était un cadeau pour la saint valentin?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Pourquoi le 25 décembre?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Pourquoi pas avant?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Pourquoi ne prends-tu pas le temps d'y penser?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Pourquoi moi...?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Pourquoi nous?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Pourquoi je souffre autant?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Pourquoi ça fait si mal?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Pourquoi...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-3045787553522104872?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-78601709798653305702007-12-26T20:21:00.000+01:002007-12-26T20:25:34.153+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">... que je vous apprécie vraiment ^^</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">J'adore jouer avec toi à NosTale ^^ </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">J'aime bien t'appeler comme ça histoire de ^^</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ta voix est apaisante et tu m'aides à sourire</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Et puis j'aime bien te dire que tu te plantes ^^</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Et Toi alors? Toi tu m'aides à survivre, à vivre...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Et Toi ma tite rouquine! Je t'Adore!!! J'espère que tu vas venir...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">En sommes je vous aime toutes... et spécialement Toi... et Toi ^^</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Joyeux Nowel!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-7860170979865330570?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-20608930732144554472007-12-26T15:52:00.000+01:002007-12-26T15:55:56.321+01:00<span style="color:#cc0000;">Aucune utilité de laisser "<strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">ça</span></strong>"</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">A quoi ça <em>servirait</em> <strong>mdr</strong>!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">A <span style="color:#ff0000;">souffrir</span>? Ca va, j'ai fini ma période "<em><span style="color:#ff6600;">maso</span></em>"</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">^^ Heureusement que tout le monde n'est pas comme ça </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Sinon je serais pas dans la <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">merde</span></strong>!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">La prochaine fois, il faut le faire le <em><span style="color:#ff6600;">14 février</span></em>!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Comme ça, ça ne pourra pas être pire les fois d'après<strong> xD</strong></span><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#333333;">by Laetitia,<em> blasée</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-2060893073214455447?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-54859589902639153752007-12-23T16:23:00.000+01:002007-12-23T16:24:26.380+01:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;">Je pensais que tu me comprenais</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;">Que tu savais l'importance que ça avait</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;">Que tu m'aimais comme je t'Aimais...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;">Mais je me suis trompée.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-5485958990263915375?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-46982128708091357892007-12-17T21:48:00.000+01:002007-12-17T21:50:52.711+01:00<div align="center"><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/4GnJ0nFFxJ6vR1amn" width="200" height="166" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Gabry Ponte</span><span style="color:#993399;"> :D</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Un des DJs <span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span style="color:#993399;">d'</span>Eiffel 65</span> (groupe que j'adore)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">D'ailleurs en voici un extrait :D</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div align="center"><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/5paYC5gQxMGprejvD" width="200" height="166" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-4698212870809135789?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-49617358556559183962007-12-17T19:24:00.001+01:002007-12-17T19:30:36.452+01:00<div align="center"><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/46dcxVy0fc9DbqjYt" width="200" height="166" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">Alors on dit quoi à sa <strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Laetitia</span></strong> <em>d'amour préférée</em>?</span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">+</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">*Et trois nuits par semaine mais <em>BON </em>dieu qu'<em><span style="color:#00cccc;">elle</span></em> est <strong>belle</strong>*</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-4961735855655918396?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-60537819801795233112007-12-16T21:06:00.000+01:002007-12-17T19:31:39.320+01:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Bon, ça n'étonnera personne que je dise que le concert d'<span style="color:#33cc00;">Indochine</span> était <em>super</em>!<br />En fait <span style="color:#009900;"><em>super</em></span> est un mot bien trop faible... Mais je ne sais pas quel mot employer!<br />Nico s'est surpassé! Et encore j'ai appris qu'il était malade et de ce fait nous n'avons pas eu toutes les chansons!<br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">INCROYABLE</span> me direz-vous? (ou pas xD)<br />Je vous mettrez les vidéos au fur et à mesure histoire de maintenir un peu de <em>suspense</em> quoi xD!</span></strong><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/3uXbFQCX7klOHqjQr" width="200" height="166" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-6053781980179523311?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-782704417107568202007-12-02T13:16:00.000+01:002007-12-02T13:33:26.036+01:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/7vmbsxvD9UnPlorAe" width="200" height="176" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-78270441710756820?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-52572365644527398192007-12-02T10:47:00.000+01:002007-12-02T11:14:02.188+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tout simplement de la confiance</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Mutuelle, partagée, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Devenue plus qu'intense...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Je n'ai rien vu arrivé.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Trop peur? De quoi...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Du futur et du sérieux?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Je comprends... ça ira...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Quelles larmes coulant de mes yeux?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tu dois sans doute rêver...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Les larmes n'existent que,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Lorsque je commence à aimer...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">... Serait-ce donc ça?</span></div><span style="color:#000000;">*</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-5257236564452739819?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-89202365225136808982007-11-25T19:51:00.000+01:002007-11-25T20:31:08.731+01:00<div align="center"><embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvg3biV2a1p2LyZmLlVmcm5iMsVWdkxWYulmZ/HIM%2520-%2520Join%2520Me%2520In%2520Death.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#000000;border:#FF33CC;button:#FF99FF;player_text:#FF0099;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;"></embed></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">La Mort</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Sentiment</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">De malaise me prend</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Le manteau de la nuit</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Le linceul du Paradis</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">La blancheur me gagne</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">C'est fini... je defaille</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">La venue de cet ange</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">M'a guidee pas a pas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Vers la lumiere blanche</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Vers mon trepas </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Il est minuit</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">L'heure fatale</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">L'heure ou la vie</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Se termine... j'ai mal</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Les douzes coups ont sonnes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Alors je m'en vais</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Mais avant cela</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Je veux que tu saches</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Que je ne t'oublierai pas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Alors, pardonne-moi...</span><br /></div><div align="right">by me<br /></div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-8920236522513680898?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-91609768116922124052007-11-23T20:20:00.000+01:002008-12-11T12:59:11.929+01:00<div><span style="color:#000000;">*</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Tout d'abord merci... Oui merci de me redonner le sourire!</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Je recommence doucement à émerger et ça me plaît...</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Ca fait deux ans qu'on se connait et jamais nous n'avons été aussi proche.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Je t'aime ma chérie et merci d'exister... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Je ne sais pas ce que j'aurais fait sans toi...</span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></strong></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136118730694154594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1bfZTmZJ9Po/R0coxfNBWWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PpAcWmmUa64/s200/22-11-07_1407.jpg" border="0" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-9160976811692212405?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-67385728228609568642007-11-21T23:42:00.000+01:002007-11-21T23:45:06.046+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">J'ai dit à mon amour<br />Que je ne l'aimais plus<br />Comme on dit à la terre<br />Je ne sèmerai plus<br />Comme on dit aux étoiles<br />Vous ne brillez plus</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*<br /></span><span style="color:#993399;">Comme on dit au ciel<br />En toi je ne crois plus<br />En toi je ne crois plus</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*<br /></span><span style="color:#6600cc;">Ca se voit dans mes yeux<br />Ca se voit dans la rue<br />Je t'aime et je ne t'aime plus</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">Il faut que le temps passe<br />Qu'on dise qu'il a trop plu<br />Parce que la terre est grasse<br />Et la moisson perdue</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Perdues toutes les berges<br />Noyées toutes les crues<br />Ruinées toutes les fermes<br />Aux bétails abattus</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*<br /></span><span style="color:#33cc00;">Ca se voit dans mes yeux<br />Ca se voit dans la rue<br />On peut manquer de tout<br />Mais pas du superflu<br />Je t'aime et je ne t'aime plus</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">Ca se voit dans mes yeux<br />Ca se voit dans la rue<br />On peut toujours aimer<br />En disant qu'on aime plus</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Mais que peut faire une femme<br />C'est une rose blanche<br />Fruit d'un rosier perdu<br />C'est une étoile qui penche<br />Sur un lit disparu</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">J'ai dit à mon amour que je ne l'aimais plus<br />Comme on dit à la terre je ne sèmerai plus<br />Je t'aime et je ne t'aime plus</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-6738572822860956864?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-12200663701252613952007-11-20T14:30:00.000+01:002008-12-11T12:59:12.259+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134916732556761426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1bfZTmZJ9Po/R0Ljj_NBWVI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ju5O5TQJHvg/s200/1035884325716903732.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></strong><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Indo? Indo?</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">*</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Alors je vous explique! Aujourd'hui sortaient les places pour les derniers concerts d'<strong>Indochine</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Et moi j'ai réussi à en avoir une pour<span style="font-family:times new roman;"> <strong>Nancy le 10 décembre 2007</strong></span>!</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">C'est <strong><em>ma</em> Cha'</strong> n'à moi qui les a prises sur le net! Je la <em>vénère</em> cette Cha'!</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">En gros: ON VA VOIR NICO EN PRIVE!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Oui parce que y'avait que 1000places c'est une mini-salle :D Raaaah le bonheur total</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Bref je suis heureuse ^^</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-1220066370125261395?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-4335969559737056452007-11-18T22:28:00.001+01:002007-11-18T22:30:07.564+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Bon les filles je suis célibataires!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Et j'ai besoin d'amour :D</span></div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Alors si vous voulez je suis open</span></div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Sinon le concert de superbus c'était trop génialissime ^^</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">L'un des plus beaux jours de ma vie</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">(le premier c'était dans des toilettes à Paris, porte de Versailles :$)</span></div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Bisous à vous les zens!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-433596955973705645?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-24907904433203625312007-11-17T14:08:00.000+01:002007-11-17T14:14:38.888+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Finalement voilà j'en ai marre de souffrir ^^</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Donc je prends les mesures qu'il faut =)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Je sais que ça va être difficile mais je n'ai pas le choix...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff00;">J'ai besoin de certitude et si toi tu n'en as aucune, et bien il n'y a plus que ça à faire...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33cc00;">Tu sais ce qu'il nous reste à faire? Forget... Forget...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;">C'est ma seule échapatoire...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Enfin si je veux rester en vie je veux dire...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Maintenant tu sais où me trouver si tu as fini tes "expériences"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvInZuUWZyZmLll2cw9GdvpXaoN2c/Superbus%2520-%2520Jenn%2520je%2520t%2527aime.rbs&amp;colors=body:#000000;border:#FF33CC;button:#FFFF66;player_text:#FF0066;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-2490790443320362531?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-64641377513057491602007-11-17T11:50:00.000+01:002007-11-17T11:56:40.084+01:00<span style="color:#660000;">Aujourd'hui ça aurait pu faire <span style="color:#990000;">8 mois</span> de bonheur... 8 mois de<strong> PUR</strong> <em><span style="color:#990000;">bonheur</span></em>...</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">8 mois de joie, de rires, d'Amour... 8 mois de "<span style="color:#990000;"> </span><strong><span style="color:#990000;">je</span> </strong>" et de " <strong><span style="color:#990000;">t'</span></strong> "...</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Mais non... Aujourd'hui est <em>un jour <strong>ordinaire</strong></em>... Le jour de mon concert de <strong>Superbus</strong>, soit.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">D'un autre côté pour moi, ce jour est le jour de <strong><em>ma</em> <span style="color:#990000;">déclaration</span></strong>.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Aujourd'hui je tiens à te dire que <strong><span style="color:#990000;">Je t'Aime</span></strong>, je t'Aime <em>de tout mon coeur</em>, <em>de toute mon âme</em>.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Ce que j'ai fais, je l'ai fait pour toi, et pour <em>personne d'autre</em>. </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">J'ai vécu de merveilleux instants avec toi et j'<strong>aimerais</strong> <em>continuer</em>. </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Tu me manques terriblement<span style="color:#990000;"> mon Ange</span>... j'ai encore <em><span style="color:#990000;">besoin de toi</span></em>...</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">J'ai encore besoin de tes <em>mots doux</em>, de tes <em>câlins</em>... de tout...</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><span style="color:#990000;">Je veux que tu me reviennes...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-6464137751305749160?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-87463148444785800312007-11-16T22:33:00.001+01:002007-11-16T22:37:25.305+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center">J'ai même pas envie...</div><div align="center">Même plus envie de faire tout ça...</div><div align="center">Tout ce en quoi je crois...</div><div align="center">Tout ce en quoi je croyais...</div><div align="center">Blessée dans ma propre intimité... </div><div align="center">Dans mon âme, dans mon corps, dans mon coeur...</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center">Triste sort Tristana...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-8746314844478580031?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-89575738621844900862007-11-15T19:50:00.000+01:002007-11-15T19:53:47.232+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9CdzlGb5FGbw9icm5SZlJnZuUXYotmL0JXZi9mc/Sheryfa%2520luna%2520-%2520Quelque%2520part%2520.rbs&amp;colors=body:#000000;border:#FF66FF;button:#9966FF;player_text:#FBFBFB;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Ecris-moi une autre histoire...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Tu es la seule à me comprendre...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Je ne t'écris pas une autre histoire...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Par contre j'en <em><strong>continue</strong></em> une...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Mais ça tu le verras bien <strong>assez tôt</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">*mystèrieuse mode : on*</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-8957573862184490086?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-83917709711698698132007-11-13T23:34:00.000+01:002007-11-13T23:39:27.794+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvInZuUWZyZmLklGc1R3c0FGa0R3bu1Wa/Jean-Louis%2520Aubert%2520-%2520Voila%2520c%2527est%2520fini.rbs&amp;colors=body:#000000;border:#3399FF;button:#00CCFF;player_text:#FBFBFB;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ffff;">Voilà</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">...</span> <span style="color:#33ffff;">c'est fini</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ffff;">On va pas s'dire au revoir</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ffff;">Comme sur le quai d'une gare</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">...</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">*</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;">A</span><span style="color:#00cccc;">dieu</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-8391770971169869813?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-6066183185197228572007-11-10T20:27:00.000+01:002007-11-10T20:33:57.582+01:00<p align="center"><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/7eR81SYDKtcUZ1wF1" width="200" height="166" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></p><p align="center"><br /><b><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x7srr_marc-lavoine-le-pont-mirabeau_music"><span style="color:#990000;">Marc Lavoine - Le Pont Mirabeau</span></a></b></p><p align="center"><strong></strong><br /><br /> </p><p align="center"><table id="table1" style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" bordercolor="#c0c0c0" bordercolordark="#e9dfd1" cellpadding="0" width="182" bordercolorlight="#ecebf1" border="0"><tbody><tr><td height="19"></td></tr><tr><td bordercolor="#c0c0c0"></td></tr><div align="center"><embed name="lyricsbox20" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://lb.lyricsdownload.com/2/fla/2.2.swf?passid=2239563-28110282&amp;p_varlista=1&amp;ida=&amp;colT=990000&amp;colF=000000&amp;colL=EEEEEE&amp;aphF=1&amp;sizF=10&amp;spdS=1&amp;bkgI=http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/5118/starsshp5.png&amp;txtT=Le Pont Mirabeau&amp;themerq=1&amp;themeLy=0" width="180" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" quality="high"></embed></div><tr><td height="19"><center><a href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/marc-lavoine-lyrics.html" target="_blank"></a> </center></td></tr></tbody></table></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-606618318519722857?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-18949132887827341822007-11-10T14:43:00.000+01:002007-11-10T14:55:15.421+01:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;">*</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">*</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;">*</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><em><strong>B</strong></em></span><span style="color:#ff6666;">y</span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>e</em></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong> !</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;">*</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">*</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;">*</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-1894913288782734182?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-52252564561250351062007-11-08T21:03:00.000+01:002007-11-08T21:17:28.701+01:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">/!\</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>*</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Non mais là j'en ai <strong><em>trop marre</em></strong>!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Les gens sont trop cons!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Moi j'essaie de faire des efforts pour être sympa u_u'</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Et ben nan!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Non ça marche pas hein?!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>J'aime pas qu'on joue avec moi</em>!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Alors <em>Toi</em> tu vas <strong>te faire voir</strong>!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Toi tu vas chier</strong>!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Et <em><strong>T</strong></em>oi <em>fais ta vie</em> :@</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Non mais là... LA j'avais passé une<em> bonne journée</em>... ben finalement</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Ca n'a pas duré</strong>!!!!</span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">/!\</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-5225256456125035106?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-74613855890032098822007-11-07T20:19:00.000+01:002007-11-07T21:21:43.462+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Non mais voilà je pète ma crise!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Je t'Aime de tout mon coeur et de toute mon âme...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Je me sens vraiment bien avec Toi...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Je me suis enfin sentie chez moi dans ta famille...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Je les adore tous! Ils sont géniaux! Vous êtes géniaux!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Et toi tu es géniale...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Je t'ai toujours aimée... Et je vais te le raconter en détails.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>***</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Quand nous nous sommes croisées sur le Tag</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">J'ai tout de suite flashé sur toi.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">(preuve: je ne t'aurais pas donné direct mon adresse msn)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Tu me faisais rire, comme personne avant toi.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Ok, au début j'étais occupée (Italien power -_-)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Et je voyais bien que ça te dérangeait... Tu sais,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">J'ai même eu peur que tu ne me reparles plus à cause de ça...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">J'étais persuadé que je devais découvrir des choses sur toi.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Je l'ai ressenti... je le ressens d'ailleurs toujours.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Donc j'ai continué à te parler les jours d'après... Et je me suis rendu compte...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Je suis tombée rapidement amoureuse de toi, je suis tombée sous ton charme.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Je n'ai pas pu resister, et je n'en avais guère l'envie. Pourtant j'étais consciente de la distance!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Mais le bonheur de ce que j'éprouvais effaçait tout, vraiment tout...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Peu m'importait le fait que tu habites loin, j'avais/ai besoin de tes mots...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Et peut-être, je l'espérais, de ton amour... Je ne pensais qu'à toi.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Quand tu m'envoyais des messages en cours je ne pouvais que sourire...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Je frissonnais à l'avance rien qu'en y pensant! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Et quand mon portable vibrait, j'avais le coeur qui battait à tout rompre...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Alors je t'ai avoué... que j'étais tombée amoureuse de toi...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Je ne pensais pas qu'un jour je pourrais l'oublier... passer à autre chose...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Mais grâce à toi j'ai compris et je me suis rendue compte de ce qu'était le vrai bonheur...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Le Bonheur même... dès nos premières conversations...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Voilà ce que j'avais à dire...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>***</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">Je ne t'ai jamais raconté tout ça... pourquoi? Ce n'était pas le bon moment...</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-7461385589003209882?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-64993824142233138472007-11-07T12:55:00.000+01:002007-11-07T19:58:29.261+01:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;">***</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Tes <em>mots doux</em> m'ont toujours manqués</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Ne parlons pas de <em>ta peau</em>...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Ce désir enfin réalisé, qui m'a été arraché...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Et ce, beaucoup trop tôt...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Tu es partie sans que je ne puisse rien faire...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Ce que j'aurais fais? Je te l'ai déjà dis...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Pour toi je parcourrais la terre entière</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Malgré les obstacles. Mais tout est fini.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;">***</span></strong></div><span style="color:#000000;">+</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>^^ Je t'Aime</strong> mon <em>Pringles allégé </em><strong>(</strong>Feta et chai pas quoi<strong>) ^^</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-6499382414223313847?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-79183439274279071142007-11-06T16:00:00.000+01:002007-11-06T16:18:37.070+01:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">...</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">J'acheterais l'usine d'<strong>Oreo</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">On adopterait un <strong>Bisounours</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">La <em>pluie</em> serait du <strong>Schweppes Coco</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Et les <em>feuilles des arbres</em>, des<strong> Pringles</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">On prendrait une <em>douche</em> au <strong>Canada Dry</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">(ou <em>un bain</em>)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>Ta petite soeur</em> n'aurait <strong>plus la télécommande</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>Je te laisserais</em> <em><strong>gagner au rami</strong></em> (bien que je n'aie pas le choix)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Tu </strong><em>porterais</em> <strong>notre enfant</strong> (car j'en voudrais un)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">On engagerait <strong>Eliza Dusku</strong> comme <em>baby-sitter</em> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">J'<em>écouterais</em> <strong>LifeHouse</strong> en boucle</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><strong><em>Jenny</em> dégagerait</strong> de <em>The L Word</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>Maon </em><strong>habiterait</strong><em> avec <strong>nous</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">...</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">Je t'écrirais des poèmes d'<strong>Amour</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><strong><em>Ma</em> religion</strong> serait <strong><em>ton</em> bonheur</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>Le temps</em> <strong>n'existerait plus</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>"Nous"</strong> <em>serait ma priorité</em></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>...</strong></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></strong><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Je ferais n'importe quoi pour toi</span></em><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-7918343927427907114?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-13240932401780484152007-11-06T14:52:00.000+01:002007-11-06T14:57:47.266+01:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Histoire de rester dans le joyeux de ma vie</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Je vous informe qu'un de mes films préférés </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sort (enfin) en <strong>DVD</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Je veux bien entendu parler de <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Giorgino</strong></span>...</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">====></span> <a href="http://www.giorginolefilm.com/">http://www.giorginolefilm.com/</a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="color:#999999;">Octobre 1918. Sitôt rendu à la vie civile, le jeune docteur Giorgio Volli part à la recherche du groupe d'enfants dont il s'occupait avant la guerre. Mais bien vite, sa quête prend l'allure d'une partie de cache-cache avec la mort : Giorgio se retrouve dans un vieil orphelinat bordé de marais inquiétants et de hordes de loups, où il y fait la rencontre de la mystérieuse Catherine...</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-1324093240178048415?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-12604880033249463172007-11-05T15:11:00.000+01:002007-11-05T15:15:49.683+01:00<center><img src="http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/7052/evisantteri1.png" border="0" /></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-1260488003324946317?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-90185848874616497982007-11-05T00:11:00.000+01:002007-11-05T00:42:10.313+01:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">...</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">ℓє тємρѕ ѕ'єѕт єffα¢é ∂'υи ѕєυℓ ¢συρ.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">¢σммє ℓα ρℓυιє єffα¢є ℓє ѕαиg</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">qυι α ¢συℓé. υи ρσιит ¢'єѕт тσυт.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">נє нυяℓє ∂αиѕ ℓє νєит...</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strike></strike></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">♥ <span style="color:#cccccc;">=</span> </span><span style="color:#ff6666;">The End</span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>ρσυяqυσι fαυт-ιℓ ρєя∂яє ρσυя яєтяσυνєя؟</strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>"une ∂є ρєя∂υє = une ∂є яєtяσυνéє؟"</em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3Ln9Gbi9WakFmcvcmcv5Cb3FGZoNWYlJmL3d3d/Michelle%2520Branch%2520-%2520Goodbye%2520To%2520You.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#000000;border:#BABABA;button:#FF0033;player_text:#FBFBFB;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-9018584887461649798?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-31739547796242037582007-10-25T19:03:00.000+02:002007-10-25T19:35:43.380+02:00<a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb114/Flower2lys/banniere3.png"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="61" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb114/Flower2lys/banniere3.png" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb114/Flower2lys/banniere3.png"></a><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Histoire de faire <strong>ma pub</strong> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Ben je <em><strong>fais</strong></em> ma<em> pub</em> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Donc voici un<em><strong> forum</strong></em> sur</span> <strong>Ali Larter</strong></span><span style="color:#cccccc;">:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">- </span><span style="color:#cccccc;">Destination Finale 1 &amp; 2</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">- </span><span style="color:#cccccc;">Resident Evil : Extinction</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">- </span><span style="color:#cccccc;">La revenche d'une blonde</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">- </span><span style="color:#cccccc;">Heroes (Nikki Sanders)</span><br /><br /></div><a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb114/Flower2lys/banniere3.png"></a><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-3173954779624203758?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031735873176678359.post-13410075384925199002007-10-24T23:08:00.000+02:002007-10-24T23:10:23.255+02:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Je suis la <span style="font-family:verdana;">fille</span> qui test <strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">toutes</span></strong> les plate-formes de <span style="font-family:times new roman;">blogs</span>!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Vous ne <em><span style="color:#ff9900;">saviez pas</span></em>? <span style="font-family:courier new;">Ben là vous savez</span> ;)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">@ Bientôt</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031735873176678359-1341007538492519900?l=evilys.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flower²Lyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16892589381013746709noreply@blogger.com0