If all the statues in the world
Would turn to flesh with teeth of pearl
Would they be kind enough to comfort me
The setting sun is set in stone
And it remains for me alone
To carve my own and set it free

Never come back, never.
The setting sun tears your soul into several parts.
For me alone.
Alone.

Does Nouvelle Vague help me to understand this world?
I just think it's summer again
but now I have two objects of love
I'm trying to be faithful...
I'm trying.

Heaven...

Blue sky
Sweet dreams
Green grass

Here we go again

Freedom

je m'ennuie de la ville de mai

Cette ville
Aux longs cris,
Qui profile
Son front gris,
Des toits frêles,
Cent tourelles,
Clochers grêles,
C’est Paris !

Notre-Dame !
Que c’est beau !
Sur mon âme
De corbeau,
Voudrais être
Clerc ou prêtre
Pour y mettre
Mon tombeau !

Le vieux Louvre ! –
Large et lourd,
Il ne s’ouvre
Qu’au grand jour,
Emprisonne
La couronne,
Et bourdonne
Dans sa tour.

V. Hugo