Journal (2)
Deux Jours, Une Nuit
Petula Clark - La Nuit N'en Finit Plus
À ma soeur !
I've set my heart to rot away
On the window still
I trust in a future day
The crows may come, I hope they will
With their beaks so fleet
They will peck away
At this lump of raw meat
Over which you thought you held sway