It has days like that,
moments ago like that,
and you can nothing there.
To be motionless to smell itself well.
To feel vague, as an idea which does not arrive, like a word on the end of the language.
Just to have with the hollow of its hands
the mood of an Argentinian tango.
We are encircled by the dictatorships. Heaps of small dictatorships to which us withes with more or less of conscience. A little as if the real dictatorships were not enough for us, a little as if faît it to remove any freedom us was completely foreign, a little as if we must be recreated constraints to have this feeling to be alive.
Today the dictatorship of appearing and the dictatorship "to have" very reversed it on their passage. It set up in control, in example, and with all those which could not hold account of it, the margin their is reserved.
The margin, still it. This margin if not very thick, in which it is comforting to find itself, and to note that one is far from being alone there.
No the policy here, the dictatorship is visual, it advises you and guides you. Small dictatorship of the image, small dictatorship of the representation. You are like-Ci....... become like that, go account of the impression which you give of yourself and make in kind appear "less".
Ah, dictatorships of "less" and "more"!!
A little, a little less, always, always less, here the spiral which sets up themselves gently, you cramp and involves you in a research of exponential perfection.
The various categories can be combined ad infinitum. Chacunes of these categories call a renouncement without return to yourself.
In the category of "more", and without surprise, it would be necessary to be more beautiful, young person, more sporting, more muscular, beardless, more smiling, more fêtard, more, more, more...........
By pity, let us stop the cloning of mass!!
If that continues to acknowledge its age soon will pass for a revolutionary act.
When to acknowledge that you have a very particular tenderness for the small handles of love, these small wrinkles with the corner of the eyes or the hairs, then there I assure you, you are in extreme cases of the subversive one!!!
Precisely hold: subversion. Here is completely a dishonest person proposal which I propose to set up on the field in dogma.
Honestly, I have a brain, and thank you for him, it continues to function perfectly with the years which pass..... Not need that one says to me what to be, what to make, what to like or what to think..... I manage very well all alone.
I am a big boy, and in my margins, believe me y' has a heap of other big boys, who them also can manage very well.
They will say: "retords spirits"
We will answer: with the free spirits, not of trève..........