observai o observador observado*: the most beautiful song someone ever sang for me

domingo, dezembro 11, 2005

the most beautiful song someone ever sang for me

"Toi mon amour, mon ami
Quand je rêve c'est de toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Quand je chante c'est pour toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Je ne peux vivre sans toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Et je ne sais pas pourquoi

Je n'ai pas connu d'autre garçon que toi
Si j'en ai connu je ne m'en souviens pas
A quoi bon chercher faire des comparaisons
J'ai un coeur qui sait quand il a raison
Et puisqu'il a pris ton nom"

[Thank you, Loulou.]

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Jorge Tiago Martins

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PhD Candidate, University of Sheffield, Researcher. Citizen of the world.

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