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Spécialement pour ma chère nièce Fanny

en ce jour de son anniversaire

 

Pour toi, ma petite Lionne

 

Signification du prénom "Fanny" :  Souriante et digne d'intérêt

 

Pour tout savoir, 

 

 

Le Profil du Lion

 

On me dit orgueilleux

Et toujours sûr de moi

Souvent trop prétentieux

Me prenant pour un roi

 

Mais je suis rayonnant!

 

Le "SOLEIL" est mon maître

Et c'est vrai j'en suis fier

Grâce à lui tout mon être

S'impose sans manières!

 

Admirez... ma crinière...

 

J'aime être un petit roi

Que tout le monde admire

Très heureux chaque fois

Qu'il peut vous faire plaisir

 

Oui je suis magnanime

Sous mon Signe de "FEU"

Car le SOLEIL m'anime

Et j'en remercie Dieu

 

La "Maison 5" et moi

Sommes inséparables

Amours, enfants, ma loi

Bienvenue à ma table!

 

 

Au coeur de l'été, le "SOLEIL" du LION, deuxième Signe de "FEU", accorde à ses natives et natifs le pouvoir incontesté de dire "JE".

Le "FEU" du LION est soigneusement contrôlé.

Les êtres marqués par ce Signe ont une volonté rayonnante.

La confiance en soi est illimitée... Elle subjugue.

S'il est question de complexe, ce sera celui de supériorité!

Le vrai LION est extraverti. Souvent force de la nature, son autorité est sans limite et aboutit parfois à la tyrannie, l'hypertrophie du "MOI".

Il peut surestimer sa valeur. Son orgueil peut lui nuire, mais il est habituellement très généreux.

En principe, le LION ne passe pas inaperçu. On le remarque.

D'allure fière, il fuit la vulgarité. Il est entier. Son honnêteté est reconnue.
Il a du caractère. On ne lui impose rien. C'est "LUI" qui impose!

 

 

Comme je sais qu'à un certain moment, tu aimais ce chanteur, 

voici une petite chanson qui te plaira, j'espère.

 

(Âmes sensibles, s'abstenir svp, contenu pouvant choquer)

 

 

 

Stan - Eminem

 

Dido: My tea's gone cold,I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all

the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all

And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall

it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

 

My tea's gone cold,I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all

the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all

And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall

it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

 

Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'

I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom

I sent two letters back in autumn

You must not have got 'em

It probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'

 

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em

But anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter?

My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm out to be a father

If I have a daughter, guess what I'm-a call her? I'm-a name her Bonnie.

 

I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry

I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him.

I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan.

I even got the underground shit that you did with ScamZ.

 

I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.

I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was fat.

Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat

Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan.

 

Dido (choeur)

 

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have the chance.

I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans.

If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert You didn't have to

but you could have signed an autograph for Matthew.

That's my little brother, man. He's only 6 years old.

We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 hours and ya just said no.

That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol

He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do.

 

I ain't that mad, but I just don't like bein' lied to.

Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I write you

You would write back. See, I'm just like you in a way.

I never knew my father neither.

He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her.

 

I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs.

So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on.

Cause I don't really got shit else, so that shit helps when I'm depressed.

I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest.

 

Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds.

It's like adrenaline. The Pain is such a sudden rush for me.

See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it.

My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7.

But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does.

She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up.

You've gotta call me man. I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose.

Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together too.

 

Dido (choeur)

 

Dear Mr. "I'm too good to call or write my fans"

This'll be the last package I ever send your ass.

It's been six months and still no word. I don't deserve it?

I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect.

 

So this is my cassette I'm sending you. I hope you hear it.

I'm in the car right now. I'm doing 90 on the freeway.

Hey Slim, "I drank a fifth of vodka, ya dare me to drive ?"

You know that song by Phil Collins from "The Air In The Night" ?

About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning ?

But didn't? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him?

That's kinda how this is. You could have rescued me from drowning.

Now it's too late. I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy.

 

And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call.

I hope you know I ripped all o' your pictures off the wall.

I love you Slim, we could have been together. Think about it.

You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it.

And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it.

I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe without me.

See Slim, shut up bitch, I'm trying to talk

Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk.

But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you.

'Cause if she suffocates, she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too.

Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now.

Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?

 

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I've just been busy.

You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?

Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that.

And here's an autograph for your brother: I wrote it on your Starter cap.

 

I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must have missed you.

Don't think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss you.

And what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?

I say that shit just clownin' dawg, c'mon, how fucked up is you?

You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'

To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some.

 

And what's this shit about us meant to be together?

That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other.

I really think you and your girlfriend need each other.

Or maybe you just need to treat her better.

I hope you get to read this letter.

I just hope it reaches you in time.

Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'd be doin' just fine

If you'd relax a little. I'm glad that I inspire you, but Stan

Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan.

I just don't want you to do some crazy shit.

I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick.

Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge

And had his girlfriend in the trunk and she was pregnant with his kid

And in the car they found a tape but it didn't say who it was to

Come to think about it...his name was...it was you. Damn...

 

 

 

 

 

 

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