Bloodflowers
A Forest
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Faith
Disintegration
Holyhours
Apart
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Night spirit vibrates
its game of guitar, this reverend of black and white, perfume this vile world,
by using the intestines of its soul, without ever repeating the same history.
Robert Smith sprays time, with a morbid and dance note, whispers in people of a
pleasant savour the dark eternal light of a love.
The way errante in the wind of the perfection, produces of him, a man creating
of numerous leader of immortal work in the theater of the sound.
DO YOU WANNA TOUCH return a last safety to the biggest group of 1980's, here is
the ultimate note, the last word, the touch final, of my affection for this
music, these magic songs, its beauty and its exception must to have made me
vibrated 15 times since 1989.
The cure accompanied me with a sound bottom of my soul, cry me, laugh me, dance
me, dream about me has certain one ideal, but it is only of the music, the cure
is one a painter musical as likes collecting, sticking has its wall, to listen
to relax, they are not god, my people who have a gift, I do not carry an intense
cult, I have a simple friendly thought because he is one of rare which remains
unclassifiable, they are of the original and complex musical elite.
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