agonia francais v3 |
Agonia.Net | Règles | Mission | Contact | Inscris-toi | ||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
||
![]() |
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | |||||
Article Communautés Concours Essai Multimédia Personnelles Poèmes Presse Prose _QUOTE Scénario Spécial | ||||||
![]() |
|
|||||
![]() |
![]()
agonia ![]()
■ Au pied du grand chêne ![]()
Romanian Spell-Checker ![]() Contact |
- - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2001-12-13 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en romana] |
no, This isn't a mushy lovesick poem, although I'm a romantic.
it's just me... this cyber cesspool of thoughts and emotions have clouded my thoughts on the bluest of days. trust me... it will suck you in... you'll need your daily fix. you say "Oh no not me" yet you're there everyday racing to that PC. you know who you are so don't try to hide it. it's in all of us to some degree. we're searching for peace of mind and soul. someone to wipe away the fears. that person looking back at you in the mirror is the only one who will help you. Oh and it's not in that just emptied glass of red wine. Me ,myself and I... How ironic... To find that I was always just right here.
|
||||||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
|||
![]() | |||||||||
![]() |
La maison de la litérature | ![]() | |||||||
![]() |
La reproduction de tout text appartenant au portal sans notre permission est strictement interdite.
Copyright 1999-2003. Agonia.Net
E-mail | Politique de publication et confidetialité