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Que valent les luttes quand on est seulE?

Qu'est ce qui est le mieux pour moi: fermer les yeux; rentrer dans les rangs, vivre dans les normes de straightland ou de OthersLand..? Je hais ma conscience , ma lucidité qui ne permettent pas le choix, être et vivre seraient les meilleurs...Mais j'ai juste le choix entre paraître et vivre ou être  […]

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dream of a human world...

dream of a human world... Empty spaces... eyes and heart full of tears shouting fever life in this cold world... what are we living for...? Trying day after day to become what i'm looking for humanity in this cold world... Is there a reason to hope?... a reason to dream of a better world, of an  […]

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is there anybody out there...

is there anybody out there... Is there anybody out there... Paris-banlieue...Paris-Dinard...Paris-Marseille...travels in another space...time... Empty spaces...running all the time ...stop  the time just a moment...just a part of life on Mars...on Dinard...on everywhere i can have a little rest...as  […]

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open, close and open my eyes...

open, close and open my eyes...  I've opened the door today...grey of the rain was too sad for my eyes...i've closed them...walked, walked...on the road...again... Walking on the road , my eyes on the moon...taking the RER... And my eyes, watching at the moon,...open  now...and i see what i want to  […]

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for people who are half-burned by so much light

for people who are half-burned by so much light There are people who approach the sun too near that a part of them is burgled...they look likes birds with broken wings...and they try again and again  to fly away, but something , someone hold them back...something called fever for life...and they  […]

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feeling so sad

feeling so sad 24/09/05 aujourd'hui je me sens si triste, j'ai perdu toutes mes illusions sur la seule chose qui me faisait bouger, évoluer, vibrer.......les relations humaines je me sens si étrangère à ce monde dans lequel je suis censée vivre, et celà me ramène à un de mes écrits d'il y a quelques  […]

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