Where the titel came from...
Des milliers de baisers, des milliers de milliers
Un à un de mes lèvres à tes lèvres déposés
Des millions de secondes, instantanés de bonheur
Effacés disparus en un battement de coeur
Des milliers de mots doux sur des pare-brises envolés
Numéros composés sans jamais oser parler
Bouts d'aveux déchirés dans des corbeilles à papier
Les défroisser les recoller, lire et les garder
Des milliers de caresses au millimètre carré
Des milliers de cris de souffles à nos bouches échappés
Pans de ciels effleurés, touchés, sommeils emmêlés
Rayés comme si tout ça n'avait jamais été
Je voudrais tout ramasser dans des grands sacs poubelle
Les paroles oubliées des plus banales aux plus belles
Qu'aucun ne se perde de ces instants si précieux
Ces phrases ont été dites, ces moments ont eu lieu
Tout enregistrer ajouter le son les odeurs
ADN, empreintes, mais que jamais rien ne meure
Ces millions de films de nous, mais pas du cinéma
Toutes les scènes perdues que l'on ne jouait pas
On ouvrirait tous les jours où nous serions moins forts
Tous ces embryons d'amour, toutes ces aurores
Sincères, démasqués, fragiles et vrais de candeur
Nous revoir ainsi nous rendrait peut-être meilleurs
Des milliers de baisers, des milliers de millier
Un à un de nos lèvres sur des peaux déposées
Des milliers de pensées, de moments d'éternité
De regards échangés dans des gares échangés
Des milliers de baisers en un clin d'oeil oubliés
I will post the English translation later on.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Nice to meet you
Approximately 5 minutes ago, I decided to create a blog. I suddenly got very excited about the idea and I'm already giddy about the lay out. I can't promise you that I will keep posting on here, but I'm going to try. I think it would be fun to keep it up.
Okay, how rude am I? Flat out forgetting to introduce myself. Here we go: My name is Willemijn (No surprise there), I'm 17 years old and I live in a tiny country called The Netherlands. That doesn't ring a bell? I know you're out there. What about Amsterdam, does that help? Probably. If you're still confused about my whereabouts, I suggest you Google it, because this is where I give up. I am actually moving onto my College campus in two days. Needless to say, this is a very exciting time for me and my family. I think my experiences of the next few months will be enough to fill this blog.
I am looking forward to living on my own. I will be living about 50 minutes by train from my parents and my brother moved into his own room in the same city about a month ago and yet it still feels like I'm going to be removed far from all I've known for so long. Which is scary and liberating at the same time.
I attended the introduction week in my new town this past week, so I've already gotten the chance to get to know my new surroundings. I met new people, learned about student life (read: beer, bars, beer, cheap food, oh and did I say beer?) and learned all about the student unions. I won't be joining one of those this year, but I might do so next year. The hazing period, I think that's what it's called, scares the crap out of me, but according to the students I met this week, it's worth it. Well, maybe not worth it. More like do-able.
I'll stop now, but I will be back later.
Okay, how rude am I? Flat out forgetting to introduce myself. Here we go: My name is Willemijn (No surprise there), I'm 17 years old and I live in a tiny country called The Netherlands. That doesn't ring a bell? I know you're out there. What about Amsterdam, does that help? Probably. If you're still confused about my whereabouts, I suggest you Google it, because this is where I give up. I am actually moving onto my College campus in two days. Needless to say, this is a very exciting time for me and my family. I think my experiences of the next few months will be enough to fill this blog.
I am looking forward to living on my own. I will be living about 50 minutes by train from my parents and my brother moved into his own room in the same city about a month ago and yet it still feels like I'm going to be removed far from all I've known for so long. Which is scary and liberating at the same time.
I attended the introduction week in my new town this past week, so I've already gotten the chance to get to know my new surroundings. I met new people, learned about student life (read: beer, bars, beer, cheap food, oh and did I say beer?) and learned all about the student unions. I won't be joining one of those this year, but I might do so next year. The hazing period, I think that's what it's called, scares the crap out of me, but according to the students I met this week, it's worth it. Well, maybe not worth it. More like do-able.
I'll stop now, but I will be back later.
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