Virtual Friendship from Ivy : Valérian.

Virtual Friendship from Ivy : Valérian.
Well, on Ivy, I've met someone... Oh, actually, to make it short, a very nice belgian man who thinks he's a fairy... Or, at least, he wishes to become a fairy.
As I've said, he's nice. Quite strange sometimes... And he likes everything that concerns Japan and Asian culture. He would like, for instance, to have a kitsune and a mokana. If you don't know what it is, ask me or ask your best friend Google. It's very easy to find out that both are fantastic creatures from a manga, therefore, impossible to have. Another wish : he would like to fly. Not in a plane, but as a fairy. Impossible, too.

You see the kind of people he is ?
Because it's quite hard...
What else...
I know him not for a long time, but I really like him. Yes, he's one of the best people I've ever known... Always smiling, laughing... But he can also be serious... or not...
Hum, just an information, if you're a girl and if you find him great, don't even hope to make him falling in love with you. He just prefers men, and he has already a boyfriend (whom he seems to be in love with).

Oh, and just a word, dear, if you read it : stop being difficult with your pseudonym !!!
One day, I'll go to Belgium. I have to. That's all. I'm fed up with the fact of being far away from nice people...

Thank you for being there, and making me laugh all day long.


And now, you're not just a friend on the net anymore...
You're a real friend, one of the bests, actually. So nice, so great.
Thank you for all you've done this last week (06/08-13/08).
I hope I'll be able to come back soon... ! =)
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# Postato giovedì 19 febbraio 2009 11:33

Modificato venerdì 14 agosto 2009 16:07

Luxure.

Well, some french words...
Some explanations about this poem before reading it.
First of all, this poem is a praise of lust and libertinism...
Then, it doesn't mean that I practice libertinism, and it doesn't mean I don't practice it.
Therefore, it will be nice from you not to judge me through what I write. Thank you.


Je risquerais de me noyer dans des limbaux d'infortune,
Pour toi, pauvre luxure.
Et dans tes mains cueillir le sang
Qui de ses larmes a vu cette nuit,
Douce lueur aux reflets d'espoir
Injustice bercée d'impossible,
Rêves avortés,
Détruits, dans ta sombre perfection.
Armée de soleils,
Tous unis en une même cadence
Jusqu'au dernier des soupirs
De cette merveilleuse jouissance.
A quand le temps passé des indécences ?
A quand cet avenir épris de tes sourires ?
A quand, à jamais cette beauté évanescente,
Indécises caresses qui au bout de nos prières
Effleurent mes mains à tes lèvres...
N'imaginons que ce dernier instant,
Protégeons ce dernier, timide bourgeon d'éternité...
Te lire toutes les mélodies aériennes,
Et offrir à ton âme un silence troublé
Par d'inconscients rivages de nudités...
Tu me berces, dans ces infinies voluptés
Toutes interdites par le cri du malheur.
Triste charogne éloignée de ses terres,
Mise aux portes de mon innocent univers,
Pauvre cadavre d'une apparence désespérée...
Ne t'appartenir qu'en ces douleurs
Lointaine fierté...
Pour eux libertine,
Et pour toi, liberté.
Attraper mes pensées au soleil de mes vies,
Incandescente passion tentée par tant d'esprit,
Eternel désir souffrant de tant de vices...
Amante d'un trop bel Adam,
Amoureuse de cette pomme,
Douceur sucrée, irrésistible tentation,
Je préfère souffrir de ta désillusion...
Et m'endormir avec tes yeux comme étincelle
Sombrant à tes côtés,
Rêves éternels...
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# Postato giovedì 19 febbraio 2009 12:29

Portishead - Western Eyes.

As I really like this band, and more precisely this song... I thought I could share it with you.

Forgotten throes of anothers life
The heart of love is their only light
Faithless greeds, consolidating
Holding down sweet charity
With western eyes and serpents breath
We lay our own conscience to rest

But I'm aching at the view
Yes I'm breaking at the scenes just like you

They have values of a certain taste
The innocent they can hardly wait
To crucify, invalidating
Turning to dishonesty
With western eyes and serpents breath
They lay their own conscience to rest
But then they lie and then they dare to be
Hidden heros candidly

So I'm aching at the view
Yes I'm breaking at the scenes just like you

(I feel so cold on hookers and gin...this mess we're in!)
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# Postato giovedì 19 febbraio 2009 12:42

Friendship Limited Edition : My Lovely Gay.

Friendship Limited Edition : My Lovely Gay.
Or mostly known as Alexiel. Even if his real name is Florent. Don't ask me why he's known as Alexiel, or Ijiwaru... Just ask him, he will give you the proper answer.

Well... I don't know since when we met, but it was on Discordia (a BBS like Parano), during a debate, and we were on the same side. That's all I remember. Then, we began to talk together. And now, he wants me to come in Le Marais whereas I'm meant to be at school. Well, it's a long story.
Why do I call him "my lovely gay" ? Stupid question, stupid answer : because I chose it.
Actually, that's quite easy : he's lovely, he's gay, he's not mine, but almost. I have to share him with about 300 people around the world... But we'll say he's mine, it's easier to explain.

He's quite crazy (shit, I've only crazy gay around me, wow, funny !), but I forgive him. He loves yaois. Yes, he's quite (very much) pervert, but don't worry, he's not dangerous. Only if you're a japanese boy (and if you are, be careful). As all gays of this world, he's strange. But nice.

I don't know how to make it shorter. I really don't know. Hours of phonecalls to summarize... Too hard. How many hours ? Oh, about 100 ? Or more ?
He's my dear libertine gay, that's all. We plan bad things together, bad bad things, isn't it ? And I don't care. 'cause he's just great and smart...

One day, I'll go to Paris. And this day, you'll be there, too. And this day, Paris will be the most beautiful town. And we will go to the gay quarter to find you a smart gay who likes shy boys, and sex. Oh, sorry, love. Pardon me...

Thank you for existing. For being always there, far away, but alive, to make me laugh, and... Actually, thank you for all.
And forget TSQ. He's not as good as I thought he was.

I love you so much, keep on smiling, dear.
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# Postato venerdì 20 febbraio 2009 10:38