Tonight, I offer you a heart of blood, A heart of us. An open heart, A heart that desires nothing but to beat, That aspires to nothing but to love, A heart that refuses to turn to stone, A heart burning with love.
Parlons de ce que nous laisse ce voyage. Un souvenir, une pensée, une image, des mots qui résistent à l'oubli! Parlons de cette vie là, qui se vit et qui sévit! une vie qui passe encore et encore et puis qui s'arrête pour toujours!
Tonight, I offer you a heart of blood, A heart of us. An open heart, A heart that desires nothing but to beat, That aspires to nothing but to love, A heart that refuses to turn to stone, A heart burning with love.
Photo taken at Chavagne-En -Paillers,2019 Some people feel quite proud when they’re told they have a heart of stone — a heart that feels almost nothing. Today, I encountered a stone shaped like a heart. I moved it, I threw it around, yet it never changed its shape or color. More than ever, I prefer being called …