Entre fureur et apaisement...entre le flot incessant des affects humains et les bouts de moi qui flottent à la surface d'une eau morte...va et viens incessants in my mind , in my body...je surnage dans la fureur of a burning summer and the tears of a dead september...
Becoming nothing, just a thing to put out , to fuck for the fun...in this hopeless vision of me, i want.....sometimes...just becoming that...no fever to exist...just let people playing with me...just let people driving me to madness, darkness...
Dans le silence je n'existe plus....dans le flot incessant de paroles je me perds...and Sister Morphine is around me ...as present as a little song that parents can sing to their child...hey Sister Morphine...you're so sweet ....so strong in my blood..
Today i feel just like a burning Land where nothing could arrive...