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Les Yeux d'une Gazelle


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The gazelles
Full of grace, of beauty, of speed
On the ground, galloping to the stars far away and eternal
Can sometimes not escape the
who stands
in their path.

The sunlight of a new, very cold winter morning
The spark of a memory which reveals itself so that it can beat you
Over and over until you decide
It's too painful to continue like this
I'm going to bleed and fight until

I change
like I have done all these years
Against the will of Hell
Which continues to pull me in its grasp

You will never truly understand what you are looking at
when looking into the eyes of a gazelle.

partir le cocon noir et bleu mais forte et fiere


a memory that reveals itself to add thorns to your present...

pleine de grace de beaute de vitesse