March 2, 1991: Serge Gainsbourg was finishing his "Requiem" I'm here to tell you I'm ... ... and your tears can not do anything to change
there at 20 years, Serge Gainsbourg and his alter ego Gainsbarre left us
The Dandy, which combined both the words that the evils
sometimes romantic, sometimes provocative, but always with this great looking jaded, the
man at the head of cabbage passed the weapon to the left. With
unnecessary words,
AC n'vaut not worth talking about .. Believe you? Is this a
weariness ?
I do not think so.
You who under the influence of alcohol
even the
Cannabis ,
gives us the recipe of love crazy ,
Between Eroticism and
torrid love to Dad , thou hast us took
see Young women who liked the old gentlemen, The naughty girl ...
But also
BB Marylou, Jane B Judith Elisa, Laetitia, Melody Nelson, Eva, Samantha, Daisy Temple, and Manon the
Lola who you scream "
am-Hold You .
You had at least "
twelve beautiful in the skin ", yet, yet for you, "the
Chinese women's "
And yes, How many other
have been"
Sensual and no further "... How many been lost loves
... How many been
for you "
the woman in each others' bodies .
and yes
You never know où va une femme quand elle vous quitte? Surement prendre Leur plaisir sans toi Cela t'aura mené tout droit à l'
anamour ...
No Comment ... bon je me tais... Relax Baby Be Cool... If it's any consolation , they have all loved your e Mickey Maousse No? Because I tell you ... Tantot Doctor Jeckyll but often Mr. Hyde,
Tantot orang-utan
Tantot
KingKong Tantot
In , Often
Out This big bad you, constantly oscillated between the Nazi Rock
and
song Prevert.
Between
Brewery Sunday and
Maxim's, you know spend
little things in the world of millionaires
..
Tantot
by chance and often unshaven Often Black and rarely white Between
Rock de Nerval and poetry of Baudelaire
you would have found your place in
Lunatic Asylum you were not "
Glass securit "You also
6.35 death thee
makes eyes. Before dying, I will accompany you for a final and you gypsy punching your
First Class Ticket before you throw it to oblivion
I'm tired
of hear your voice, and groans of your black trombone. It is terrible what requiem for a fool! Farewell creature! you have "do not
fizzled here " Anyway, it is that of tenants are in this world. I hope you find the to you or is ... under the sun! Gainsbarre RIP ...
___________________________________________________________ The passages Bold Italic are titles by Gainsbourg