Premier Article. Ou comment parler pour ne rien dire.

Peut être juste la chanson qui inspire ce nouveau blog :

Il est possible que rien ne se passe, que vous soyez totalement imperméable aux charmes de la mélodie, que le personnage de Jenny ne soit rien pour vous, et que celui de l'ami vous soit aussi inconnu.
N'en tirez pas de conclusion hâtives.

Si au contraire, la chanson vous tétanise, vous donne envie de hurler et de pleurer à la fois.
Restez, nous avons un point commun.

We took a walk that night, but it wasn't the same
We had a fight on the promenade out in the rain
She said she loved me, but she had somewhere to go
She couldn't scream while I held I close
I swore I'd never let her go
Tell me what you wanna know
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
There ain't no motive for this crime
Jenny was a friend of mine
So come on, oh come on, oh come on

I know my rights, I've been here all day and it's time
For me to go, so let me know if it's alright
I just can't take this, I swear I told you the truth
She couldn't scream while I held I close
I swore I'd never let her go

Tell me what you wanna know
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
And then you whisper in my ear
I know what you're doing here
So come on, oh come on, oh come on
There ain't no motive for this crime
Jenny was a friend of mine
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on