I live in a box of paints

   Sur le net, des centaines de photos fleurissent affichant de merveilleuses vues d'aurores boréales?
   Hélas, je n'ai pas pu en découvrir dans mon ciel vendéen.
   
   Alors, mon rendez-vous manqué, je l'ai cousu main sur une carte que j'avais gaufrée il y a quelques temps...

   Oui, je vis dans une sorte de boîte à couleurs faite de papiers, de tubes d'acylique, de fils à broder...
   Voici donc "rendez-vous boréal"
   

   Le catalogue n°8 est mis à jour.

   A bientôt.

  eMmA MessanA

Joni Mitchell, A Case Of You

Just before our love got lost you said
"I am as constant as a northern star"
And I said, "Constantly in the darkness
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar"

On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh, Canada
With your face sketched on it twice

Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling
And I would still be on my feet
Oh, I would still be on my feet

Oh, I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid

I remember that time you told me
You said, "Love is touching souls"
Surely you touched mine
'Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time

Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said, "Go to him, stay with him if you can
But be prepared to bleed"

Oh, but you are in my blood
You're my holy wine
You're so bitter
Bitter and so sweet
Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I would still be on my feet