Comment parler lorsque le vide s’installe ? Comment parler justement, de ce vide qui s’installe ? D’un besoin incisif, d’une envie viscérale, d’un sentiment indistinct qui semble naître et meurt, qui meurt et reparaît, bien plus vivace encore… Et pourquoi en parler alors que le silence est aujourd’hui tellement profond, tellement beau, tellement…

[Edit: Aucun Rapport, mais tellement beau...]

I'm just the pieces of the girl I used to be
Too many bitter tears are raining down on me
I'm far away from home
And I've been facing this alone for much too long

Oh, I feel like no-one ever told the truth to me
About growing up and what a struggle it would be
In my tangled state of mind
I've been looking back to find where I went wrong

Too much love will kill you
If you can't make up your mind
Torn between the lover and the love you leave behind
You're headed for disaster 'cause you never read the signs
Too much love will kill you every time

I'm just the shadow of the girl I used to be
And it seems like there's no way out of this for me
I used to bring you sunshine
Now all I ever do is bring you down, oooh
How would it be if you were standing in my shoes
Can't you see that it's impossible to choose
No there's no making sense of it
Every way I go I'm bound to lose, oh yeah

Too much love will kill you
Just as sure as none at all
It'll drain the power that's in you
Make you plead and scream and crawl
And the pain will make you crazy
You're the victim of your crime
Too much love will kill you every time

Yeah too much love will kill you
It'll make your life a lie
Yes too much love will kill you
And you won't understand why
You'd give your life you'd sell your soul
But here it comes again
Too much love will kill you
In the end - In the end

[Queen]

[Edit 2: Rapport?]