En voyage avec Lutecewoman

Aujourd’hui Lutecewoman du blog Du Glam-mum vous emmène sur la route.

Découvrez Wilson Pickett!

La route.
Parfois, dans le voyage, ce n’est pas tant la destination qui compte, que le chemin.
Pèlerins des routes spirituelles ou spiritueuses, dérouleurs d’asphalte, nuages ou rails en kilomètres, souvenez-vous de ces moments entre deux mondes.
Aux pensées vagabondes, le bagage de La Route de Kérouac, et plus immédiatement, un poème et quelques incontournables : voici les images que je vous offre, toutes de sons, visions précieuses de vos paysages intimes.


The Road

So what I love the most
The most precious people to me
The very one and the very friends
When they turn in best my worst
While pleasure never ends
And happiness is the place to be

They should tell me home
I recognize them obviously
So fast so strong so good so far
As they are they just come
But it’s not home definitely
They drive me to ; it’s car

Maybe I’ve been listening
To much to the Smiths
My natural state is passenger
The journey and the driving
What I share and I miss
When we stop I’m stranger

Maybe it is more like a bus
Add the rock on the road
Forget about ugly smells
My way is a rolling us
Private jokes a bit odd
Under my driver’s spells

(I hope I ‘ll never turn into luggage
I wish I’ll never become garbage)

Lutecewoman.