What’s another year?

I’ve been waiting such a long time,
looking out for you
But you’re not here
What’s another year?

I’ve been waking such a long time,
reaching out for you
But you’re not near
What’s another year?

What’s another year
For someone who’s lost everything that he owns?
What’s another year
For someone who’s getting used to being alone?

I’ve been praying such a long time
It’s the only way to hide the fear
What’s another year?

What’s another year
For someone who’s lost everything that he owns?
What’s another year
For someone who’s getting used to being alone?

I’ve been crying such a long time
With such a lot of pain in every tear

What’s another year?
For someone who is getting used to being alone
What’s another year?
For someone who is getting used to being alone
What’s another year?
For someone who is getting used to being alone

Le Beau relève d’une sensibilité supérieure. Certes, il existe une part sensible du Beau.
Part subjective. Reste que le Beau n’est pas subjectif, il y a en lui quelque chose d’universel.
Quelque chose qui nous emmène.
Quelque chose qui nous élève.
La preuve : on en parle, on a envie d’en parler, on se reconnait en lui, il révèle l’harmonie qui peut exister entre sujets
Le Beau n’est pas un objet mais un événement, il ne se trouve pas dans les choses mais dans les Hommes, il n’est pas un génie de la nature, mais un génie de l’humanité
Je vous souhaite tout le meilleur et le beau
Joyeuses fêtes
L’aventure continue….