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
