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# Postato mercoledì 11 giugno 2008 14:13

Modificato lunedì 04 agosto 2008 15:06

Un grain de folie trotte dans ma tête ... Un grain de folie trotte dans ma tête ...

Un grain de folie trotte dans ma tête ... Un grain de folie trotte dans ma tête ...
Voui Voui Voui Monsieur ou Madame le blougeur,
Voila ma tite bouille !!!
Suis belle hein? Oué tkt je sais xD
Puis d'abord si t'es pas d'accord qu'est ce que tu fait sur mon bloug hein?
Alala ces jeunes...

Et voui des fois je suis un peu déjantée mais bon sa passe ... ou pas LoL

Toute façon suis comme sa et on peut pas me changer Non Non c'est trop tard Trop de dégats dans ma tête hihi
Suis une STG irréparrable mais c'est pour ça qu'on m' <3
Et voui parfois la vie est cruelle :

--->T'es blonde aux yeux bleus, petite, pas trés bien foutue, t'es au lycée de Bolléne
Enfin t'a rien pour réussir quoi !!! Mais la tu te rend compte que t'a pleins d'ami(e)s qui t'<3 comme t'es ( je cite ==> ★ ♪ ★ ♪ ★ ♪ ★ ♪ ★... )
et que t'a un chéri formidable qui t'aime telle que tu es et qui te rend belle de jour en jour ( je cite ==> ♡... )
Et la tu te dit que finalement y'a des gens qui ont des vies pire que la tienne ...
A tout ceux que j'<3 : MERCi
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# Postato martedì 29 aprile 2008 14:13

Modificato martedì 29 aprile 2008 15:32

< Leçon n° 1 : Se la péter un peu ... >

< Leçon n° 1 : Se la péter un peu ... >


" Ne me regarde pas, dévore moi des yeuX
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Ne me prends pas dans tes bras, étouffe moi de tes calinS
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Ne me parle pas, murmure moi des mots d'amouR
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Ne me taquine pas, charme moi par tes baiserS
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Ne me désires pas, aime moi tout simplemenT... "



Pssst ... T'aime le texte ?!? Il vient de ce blog ... < CLiiK >
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# Postato sabato 01 marzo 2008 14:57

Modificato venerdì 13 giugno 2008 15:10

___ < Leçon n°2 : Vous présentez ma moitié féminine ... >

___ < Leçon n°2 : Vous présentez ma moitié féminine ... >
Tu es ma meilleure amie,
Tu es une partie de ma vie.
Avec toi je peux m'amuser,
Avec toi rien n'est compliqué.
Avec toi je me sens aimée,
Aimer d'amour et d'amitié.
N'aie pas peur de pleurer,
Je serai toujours là pour te consoler.
N'aie pas peur de tout me raconter,
Je suis là pour t'écouter.
Tu es quelqu'un de très important,
Mais une simple amie pourtant.
Tu es ma meilleure amie,
Pour toi je donnerais ma vie.
Ce poème est pour toi Laura,
Toi qui est toujours la pour moi.

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# Postato mercoledì 30 gennaio 2008 12:23

Modificato lunedì 31 marzo 2008 14:38

< Leçon n° 3 : Vous présentez mon homme ... >

< Leçon n° 3 : Vous présentez mon homme ... >
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Il est mon ame,
Il est mon coeur,
Il est la flamme mon bonheur,
Il est mon sang ,
Il est mes yeux,
Il est mon ange le plus préciieux
Il est tout se que j'ai de plus cher au monde,
Ma raison d'etre, ma raison de vivre,
Près de lui je serais jusqu'a la derniére seconde
C'est lui que j'aime, il est ma vie ... ♡

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# Postato domenica 27 gennaio 2008 14:41

Modificato lunedì 05 maggio 2008 13:59