Cette anne, si riche en vnements, j’ai vu ceux qui n’osent pas vivre le jour, ceux qui se croient importants parce qu’ils font la bise une drag queen, ceux qui ne sont pas une hypocrisie prs pour boire l’oil, ceux qui vnrent la superficialit jusque dans les tiquettes de ce qu’ils portent, ceux dont la notorit est monte comme un soufflet puis est redescendue aussi vite, ceux qui sortent et qui ne savent pas pourquoi, ceux qui existent sans vivre, ceux qui aiment nuire pour le plaisir, ceux qui sortent leur compte en banque pour une nuit avec une diva des podiums, ceux qui vont l o le vent les pousse, ceux qui se cachent derrire les paillettes, ceux qui me dpriment quand ils redeviennent eux-mmes, ceux qui en profitent, ceux qui ont raison d’en profiter, ceux qui imaginent faire jeune sous de grotesques apparences, ceux qui cherchent l’amour, ceux qui ne le trouvent jamais, ceux qui ne pensent qu’ a et ceux qui ne font pas qu’y penser, ceux qui insistent alors qu’on leur a dit non, ceux qui disent toujours non alors qu’on insiste, ceux qui disent toujours oui pourvu qu’il y ait un intrt, ceux qui m’ignoraient devenir subitement des amis, ceux qui s’inventent des histoires pour ne pas mourir d’ennui, ceux qui boivent pour oublier, ceux qui se droguent pour oublier qu’ils s’ennuient, ceux qui sont pourris jusqu’au trognon, ceux qui prennent les futilits de la vie au srieux, ceux qu’on ne voit jamais, ceux qu’on n’arrte pas de regarder (et qu’on a trop vu), ceux qui luttent contre des moulins vent et qui en sont fiers, ceux qui donnent discrtement, ceux qui ne donnent pas en faisant du bruit, ceux qui n’ont peur de rien, ceux qui ont peur de tout, ceux qui vivent ct de leurs pompes, ceux qui ont du pouvoir et qui en abusent, ceux qui ont un coeur malgr les apparences, ceux qui devraient tre derrire les barreaux et qui se vautrent dans le luxe… Il y a eu ceux qui taient l au bon moment, ceux qui m’ont du, ceux qui m’ont fait rire, ceux qui m’ont nerv. Et puis j’ai enfin compris celui qui a dit : « Et j’aimerais mieux tre, fourmis des cits, tourbe, foule, hommes faux, cours morts, races dchues, un arbre dans les bois qu’me en vos cohues ! ». Et ceux qui trouveront l’auteur de cette citation auront gagn mon estime, et plus si la photo est bonne.
Thomas Primo
Those which…
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This year, so rich in event, I have see that which dare not live the day, that which himself believe significant because they make the north wind with a drag queen, that which be not with a hypocrisy near for drink with eye, that which venerate the superficiality until in the label of it that they carry, that of which the notoriety be assemble as a bellow then be go down again also quickly, that which leave and which know not why, that which exist without live, that which like harm for the pleasure, that which leave them banking account en banque for one night with one who himself hide behind the spangle, those which me depress when they become again themselves, those which from benefit, those which be right raison to from benefit, those which imagine make young under some grotesque appearance, those which seek the love, those which it find never, those which think only with that and those which make not only with think, those which insist whereas one them have say not, those which say always not whereas one insist, those which say always yes provided that it there have a interest, that which me be unaware of become suddenly some friend, that which himself invent some history for not core, those which take the futility of life with serious, those that one see never, those that one stop not to look at (and that one have too see), that which fight against some windmill vent and which of be proud, that which give discreetly, that which give not in make some noise, that which have fear of nothing, that which have fear of all, that which live beside their pump, that which have some capacity and which of deceive, that which have a heart in spite of the appearance, that which must be behind the bar and which himself vautrent in There were those which were there at the good time, those which disappointed me, those which made me laugh, those which irritated me. And then I finally included/understood that which said: » And I would like better to be, ants of the cities, digs peat, crowd, false men, died hearts, races dchues, a tree in wood that heart in your mobs! « . And those which will find the author of this quotation will have gained my regard, and more if the photograph is good
Thomas Primo
