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photo by: simo34744 Tonight, tonight the strip's just right I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats Calling out around the world, we're going racin' in the street I met her on the strip three years ago In a Camaro with this dude from L.A. I blew that Camaro off my back and drove that little girl away But now there's wrinkles around my baby's eyes And she cries herself to sleep at night When I come home the house is dark She sighs "Baby did you make it all right" She sits on the porch of her daddy's house But all her pretty dreams are torn She stares off alone into the night With the eyes of one who hates for just being born For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels Rumbling through this promised land Tonight my baby and me we're gonna ride to the sea And wash these sins off our hands Tonight tonight the highway's bright Out of our way mister you best keep 'Cause summer's here and the time is right For goin' racin'

train station- bouznika -morocco july 2007 photo by: simo34744 " The wind will crack in winter time This bomb-blast lightning waltz No spoken words, just a scream... Tonight we'll build a bridge Across the sea and land See the sky, the burning rain She will die and live again Tonight And your heart beats so slow Through the rain and fallen snow Across the fields of mourning Light's in the distance Oh don't sorrow, no don't weep For tonight, at last I am coming home I am coming home " -A Sort Of Homecoming - by : U2

photo by: simo34744 dahomey beach. july 2007 A l’arrière train du bus 14 comme à la remorque de la vie, je suis amorphe coté fenêtre les yeux assis dans le vide à ne surtout pas me demander si la vie me considère comme un brave. Je viens d’un lieu où chacun se complait à être grave. Tourner en rond dans ces ruelles de la vie que même les lampadaires n’éclairent plus. Etre baigné dans le noir et pourtant se croire dans la lumière totalement nue. Sortir la tête de l’eau ou se noyer dans le fantasme… Je viens d’un lieu où chacun se complait à être grave. Je me blesse tout le temps avec le tranchant de l’orgueil. Je suis de ceux qui lentement deviennent leur propre cercueil. Je suis aveuglé par des murailles de tour, je me dis : il ne peut rien y avoir derrière ces rempart. Je viens d’un lieu où chacun se complait à être grave. Avoir la prétention d’être soit, on se connaît toujours trop peu. Donner du sens, cette pensée me rend exceptionnel en ce lieu. Provincer mon existence, il fut un

MONSIEUR :ALIFI HAFID When they built you, brother, they turned dust into gold When they built you, brother, they broke the mold They say you can't take it with you, but I think that they're wrong 'Cause all I know is I woke up this morning, and something big was gone Gone into that dark ether where you're still young and hard and cold Just like when they built you, brother, they broke the mold Now your death is upon us and we'll return your ashes to the earth And I know you'll take comfort in knowing you've been roundly blessed and cursed But love is a power greater than death, just like the songs and stories told And when she built you, brother, she broke the mold That attitude's a power stronger than death, alive and burning her stone cold When they built you, brother Terry's Song bruce springsteen

The bats are in the belfry the dew is on the moor where are the arms that held me and pledged her love before and pledged her love before It's such a sad old feeling the fields are soft and green it's memories that I'm stealing but you're innocent when you dream when you dream you're innocent when you dream Running through the graveyard we laughed my friends and I we swore we'd be together until the day we died until the day we died I made a golden promise that we would never part I gave my love a locket and then I broke her heart and then I broke her heart Tom Waits - Innocent when you dream. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Md7iv0Rg1LU