Le Monde de L'Écriture
Encore plus loin dans l'écriture ! => Textes non francophones => Discussion démarrée par: Calixte le 18 Mai 2017 à 22:52:48
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I dream all night, when the city asleep
The moon glowing, I loose myself under the sheets
My veins are hot, dreamin with the fever
Fire got me, I can't move a finger
The beat is hard, and my feet off the ground
Can't help cryin, waiting for the last round
Moaning softly, I swear I will stay good
Kindness is pure, but this time was childhood
I think of you, but not in a sweet way
I know you left, tell me why should I stay
My teeth can cut, I will bite your tough chest
Your lies floating, you know I'll do my best
I dream all year, but they're not the sweet kind
My heart racing, god knows what's on my mind
Clouds turning red, and my soul is empty
Golden youth dreams, this is what they told me
Calixte
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Salut !
Le texte est beau ! Bien écrit, et très ordonné. On devine l'idée du vampirisme (je me trompe ?) qui colle très bien à la langue anglaise.
Bien joué, continue ainsi :)