המתת השור

on the more nostalgic side of life 

I was always on the more tragic side of life 

I was always on the more desillusioned stare on life 

I was born in this culture 

and I was nested in this culture of nostalgy as if in a nest of young chicks 

Now that I am an adult I realize that it has not leave me 

and that I will live it until the end 

joy , pure joy will always be tainted with a certain color of death 

but the different is this slight nuance of suffering not ending on self pity 

just by the stare of myself in the mirror 

that I will shift on life, with its same essence of discreet dispair 

that things of life, love and death hurt in silence 

while in silence, others are suffering with no bodody else listening 

while they should be listened at so much more 

somewhere, somewhat, others are living and dying in  a horrendous way 

and we are only filled with our own little tragery 

are very soft tragedy 

a tear permitted on the side of the eye

as large as the atlantic ocean 

but so much more modest 

so let's love our little corner of joy 

with a little nuance of tragedy 

nesting in our little heart 

anyway, nobody is listening 

why should they 

we merely listen to one another 

it is a culture that disappears 

like civilizations 

we donnot exist anymore 

and for what ? 

to learn one day that we live in a different reality 

a totally different reality that the one we are used to 

all life through 

so we should listen to