Come sail your ships around me

Il y a tellement de tristesse avec la mort. Tellement. Qu'elle soit ordinaire un cancer, ou extraordinaire. Il y a tant de phrases que l'on ne sait dire en français ou en anglais. La maladresse. Ce qui est arrivé hier en Syrie. Le bruit du silence. L'être que l'on aime tant et qui n'est plus là pour se moquer. Le rire qui crève.
La surdité. Et ceux qui restent avec qui parler....

"And burn your bridges down.
We make a little history baby
Every time you come around.
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down.
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around.

We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground.
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down.

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down.
We make a little history baby
Every time you come around.

Your face has fallen sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly.

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down.
We make a little history baby
Every time you come around.
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down.
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around.