I Was Waiting For A Letter. Nobody's Written Me A Letter. I Didn't Have A Close One, Not Here, Nor Home, Nor Anywhere In The World. I Was A Lonely Person.
Never The Less, I Was Waiting For A Letter. I Knew It Would Never Come, Yet It Seemed To Me Quite Unreasonable For A Living To Not Feel The Want To Write A Letter. Even The Most Miserable Person Had To Find A Way Out Through Which That Person Could Breathe. & I Believe It Goes On Us As Well. You See, We Lonely Ones, Always Have A Window, A Small One With A View On Somebody.. I Waited For That Letter.
Fusky, The Mail Man, Would Appear Around Twelve.. I'd See Him From Far Coming On His Old Rusty Bike. He'd Have A Hand On The Bike To Keep His Ballence, And Another One In His Huge Bag, & Every One Would Come Down To The Yard, Because, You See, The Mail Man, Like Myself, Is Too Old To Climb The Stairs, And Believe Me, That's Quite A Hard Thing To Do.. Then, He'd Put His Glasses On His Nose And Begin Reading Names. Everyone Would Get Their Letters And Go. Then I'd Ask:
"- Is There One For ME??
- No, Nothing For You Today Sir, Tomorrow, Perhaps.
- Yes.. I'll Wait, Of Course I'll Wait. Somebody's Supposed To Write Me.
- We're Helpless, You Must Wait. Maybe You'll Get Your Letter Tomorrow. Just Wait, That Letter Will Certainly Come.. And Sir.. Watch Your Mail Well. "
I'd See The Mail Man Each & Every Day ( .. )
"- Is There One For Me?? I Asked.
- Nothing Today, Sir. Tomorrow, For Sure, He Answered.
- Did You Check Well, Sir??
- I Always Check Well, He Replied, Clearly Botherd. Please Sir, You HAVE To Wait..
- Of Course I'll Wait..
- That's The Spirit!! Said The Mail Man. One Always Waits For Some Letter To Show, But Letters Get Here Diffirently. Poeple Write From Far Away Places, Sometimes, You Just Have To Wait Long For A Letter To Arrive.."
I Was Dying From The Inside, Blaming All Those Lived In My Building And Who Recieved Letters ( .. ) It Seemed To Me That The Words Contained In Those Letters Were Taken Away From Me, That They Belonged To Me, That I Was The One Who Should've Been Reading Them, Crying On Top Of Them Or Laughing. I Felt That They Accidentelly Got Into Strangers' Hands While Each One Of Them Was Actually Destined To ME ( .. ) Yes!! Those Letters Who Were Carried All The Way Here Were Stolen From Me, I Felt It ( .. ) I Hated Those Who Got The Letters; What Would They Do With Them?? They Have Homes And Kids And Are Surrounded By Many Poeple. But ME, I'm Just Waiting For A Letter [ .. ]
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In our darkest hour. In my deepest despair. Will you still care? Will you be there? In my trials. And my tribulations. Through our doubts. And frustrations. In my violence. In my turbulence. Through my fear. And my confessions. In my anguish. And my pains. Through my joy. And my sorrow. In the promise. Of another tomorrow. I'll never let you part. For you're always. In my heart
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"Putain, j'vois ici les hommes les plus forts et les plus intelligents que j'aie jamais vu. J'vois tout ce potentiel, et j'le vois gâché. J'vois une génération entière qui travaille à des pompes à essences, qui fait le service dans des restos, qui est esclave d'un petit chef dans un bureau. La publicité nous fait courir après des voitures et des fringues, on fait des boulots qu'on déteste pour se payer des merdes qui nous servent à rien. On est les enfants oubliés de l'histoire mes amis. On a pas de but ni de vraie place, on a pas de grande guerre, pas de grande dépression. Notre grande guerre est spirituelle, notre grande dépression c'est nos vies. La télévision nous a appris à croire qu'un jour on serait tous des millionnaires, des dieux du cinéma ou des rockstars mais c'est faux! Et nous apprenons lentement cette vérité. On en a vraiment, vraiment plein le cul."
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Je déteste les guerriers. Ils ont l'esprit étroit et n'ont aucune finesse. Pire, ils se battent pour des causes perdues, pour l'honneur. L'honneur a fait des millions de morts mais n'a jamais sauvé qui que ce soit !
