Où il est question de ressemblances entre l'amour, la femme et le Racing...

« L'amour est aveugle et sa canne est rose »

« La vie est une rose dont chaque pétale est une illusion et chaque épine une réalité »

« Femme : Rose qui prend parfois deux "s" » (hi hi... han)

Le Racing, c'est pareil finalement, et moi cette écharpe, je l'aime...



"Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.

I say love, it is a flower,
and you it's only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the sould afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose" (source)

Bette Midler, The rose