| Alex Monty |:
...
| Alex Monty |:
Qui ne voit pas la morte en rose est affecté d’un daltonisme du cœur
| Alex Monty |:
Onde a terra se acaba e o mar começa
| Alex Monty |:
Fade out
| Alex Monty |:
L'enfer, c'est l'attente sans espoir...
| Alex Monty |:
Pietà, or the not so dead Jesus
| Alex Monty |:
There must be a world elsewhere
| Alex Monty |:
Avec le temps...
| Alex Monty |:
A strange kind of love
| Alex Monty |:
Lupus est homo homini lupus
| Alex Monty |:
Spring: trees flying up to their birds
| Alex Monty |:
Je te laisserai des mots
| Alex Monty |:
Stranded
| Alex Monty |:
He was just scraps of words and dislocated phrases
| Alex Monty |:
I called out...
| Alex Monty |:
Will I fall like a rock, or fly like a bird?
| Alex Monty |:
Précis de décomposition
| Alex Monty |:
Sensation
| Alex Monty |:
Saddened, the tree plunged into the sea
| Alex Monty |:
Puisque tout passe...
| Alex Monty |:
Chelsea Hotel
| Alex Monty |:
Le penseur sans paradoxe est comme l'amant sans passion, une belle médiocrité
| Alex Monty |:
You can find me on the floor with the lights off
| Alex Monty |:
Always failing to remember why we came
| Alex Monty |:
maybe she'll come on the next train
| Alex Monty |:
Smoke gets in your eyes
| Alex Monty |:
Qu'on soit aimé d'un chien, pourvu qu'on soit aimé !
| Alex Monty |:
letting go
| Alex Monty |:
Alone in the dark
| Alex Monty |:
The sailor who fell from grace with the sea
