La protophilosophie, ou l'art de parler pour ne rien dire.
I'm tired of everyone I know, of everyone I see on the street and on TV. On the other side, on the other side nobody's waiting for me. On the other side I hate them all. I hate them all. I hate myself for hating them, so I'll drink some more. I love them...
[For a Minor Reflection - Fallegt Utsyni - Reistu Thig Vid, Solin Er Komi (2007)] On the way out of here, you're the only thing that matters. Life, joy, laughter and beauty. Softness of your skin. Your voice so tender. With a smile on your face I love...
'Cause it's with words I like to play, nothing more, nothing less. They tell you a story, make your spirit travel, they make your mind think. They turn your brain upside down. They help you change and remember. Write a new page, read an old one. Words...
Hate. Disgust. Rage. Love. Beauty. Dream. Isn't there a point where, you can't see the difference between antonyms? Your life is so boring that there is just a line of emptiness, I'd even say nothingness (pure english speakers would kill me for that neologism)...
La vie c'est comme un carnet de notes. Tout ce qu'on voit, c'est les pages vides qui suivent toutes celles remplies. Parfois on jette un oeil sur certains moments passés, mais la plupart du temps, on se contente de voir le rien. Voir le rien, observer...
http://www.flickr.com/photos/tonantzin87/5519296491/ Au fond, qu'est-ce qui nous attend à chaque coin de rue? Une lumière, un croisement. Des rencontres, des joies. Des opportunités, un nouvel univers. C'est un ensemble d'inattendus cachés par ces coins...
I first met this man at the Cammen street Tracks In no shape for success headed nowhere too fast He may have been someone once by the sound of his call Now he answers to no one NO-ONE AT ALL! We all die alone, he shouted as he passed with no sense of...
To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we...
It's good to be home. Good to come back and find that just a few little things have changed. You open the door and most things are at their own old place. A plastic bag, a pen, an alarm clock, a ball, nothing has changed. You come back, with your luggage...
Soyons sérieux un instant! Quand je lis ce genre d'ânerie: http://www.lemonde.fr/europe/article/2011/04/30/recit-d-une-journee-presque-ordinaire-a-londres_1515293_3214.html#ens_id=1510031 j'ai légèrement la gerbe... Alors oui, je suis Français, véritable...
Disturbing mind with thoughts messing with your head. Ideas running memory passing questions asking. You fall, deep down into a rabbit hole. You wake up in wonderland, your head empty. You tend to lose you get to choose No time for booze, wake up and...
Tu ne lui laisses pas vraiment le choix il faut dire. Il faut dire, il faut le dire, il faut lui dire. S'il savait, s'il le savait! Ton égoïsme parle? Ou bien alors tu as peur. En tout cas tu le détruis. Un jour il volera de ses propres ailes tu te dis....
Feeling the wind Watching your hair of gold floating away. We are smiling Dreaming of better days. Hand in hand, feet on the sand No glories, no worries. Just ourselves lost in this dark cold night Nothing to hear but the waves smashing our troubles away...
Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time For y'all have knocked her up. I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe I was not offended For I knew I had to rise above it all Or drown in my own shit. Come on Maggot Brain Go on Maggot Brain...
Opportunities missed. Lights turning off. Stop signs on the way. Négationnisme intempéré. Joie des heures sombres. Un pluriel si singulier. Des heures perdues. Dreaming of nothing. Losing your mind. Un visage, un éclair. Une minute, trois quarts d'heure....
Noir Désir et Yann Tiersen - A ton Etoile Sous la lumière en plein Et dans l'ombre en silence Si tu cherches un abri Inaccessible Dis-toi qu'il n'est pas loin et qu'on y brille A ton étoile A ton étoile Petite sœur de mes nuits Ca m'a manqué tout ça Quand...
Hé! Hé!!! Hééé!!!! Ouais, j'ai entendu parler d'eux aujourd'hui!! Depuis bientot 6 ans que je suis l'Histoire de ce pays! C'est l'une des rares fois où je le vois sur le devant la scène! Bon d'accord, cette scène est assez restreinte, mais quand même,...
This great evil - where's it come from? How'd it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow from? Who's doing this? Who's killing us, robbing us of life and light, mocking us with the sight of what we mighta known? Does our ruin benefit the...
Because we're not fighting for the survival of the human race. No, we're fighting to keep alive our mother of all: The Earth. We're not planting trees to alleviate our pollution. We are preserving our nature, our source of life, not our life! We need...
See how it's like to disapear. One minute you're here, the moment after? 'POUF' You find yourself fading away becoming the ghost you've always been. You tried to be here, to just BE, but nothing really matters at the end. You're the ghost of your own...
Mother Nature, I am grateful to you today. You give me your strength and your beauty to fight. Your power makes me feel alive. Your sounds are like a soft song playing in my head, showing me how safe I am to live on your lands. I am grateful to you because...
Que faire? Exploser ou imploser?!!! Je clarifie: Mais que vont faire les autorités françaises après les annonces de l'Union Européenne? Vont-ils continuer à ignorer l'évidence? Je suis énervé! D'accord, laissez les Français dans leur petite misère et...
Jimi Hendrix - Red House Well there's a red house over yonder That's where my baby stays Lord there's a red house over yonder Oh that's where my baby stays I ain't been home to see my baby In ninety-nine and one half days Wait a minute, something wrong...
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but...
Audioslave - Be Yourself Someone falls to pieces Sleeping all alone Someone kills the pain Spinning in the silence To finally drift away Someone gets excited In a chapel yard Catches a bouquet Another lays a dozen White roses on a grave To be yourself...
