Until The End Of The World  [10th July 2006]                                             

Everybody drinks, eats. Everybody has a good time. The heat invades the world, the summer takes its marks, the sweat recovers bodies which wake up to the world... The couples form. We enjoy ourselves. Except here, where we talk about the End of the World.

Took the money, spike your drink, here's what's necessary to be to accustom to make, what's necessary to become used to live. The life is a beggar who can take us everything if we believe too much in his innocents eyes. These days will all miss us probably when we shall stop thinking.

Kiss the life and break its heart. Better live before the death than to live after the End of the World. Because then, will still be a Man there, what will happen to us, to the Earth, to the Creation ? Will animals survive the man, is the consciousness only a subtlety furthermore to allow us to see the death coming?

Then live. Run away forward, run in every single street which could appear, run there where you could walk, to see everything, to discover everything. And stop. Take advantage. Look. Observe. Then participate. The ridiculous does not kill. What does not kill makes us stronger. The ridiculous makes us stronger. Throw yourself into a hand-to-hand fight thus. Take out it, better. Find out the fair, the unfair, until find something, somebody. And begin again. A stream, an ebb. Get up in the morning, go to bed in the evening, with always some new waves. As the ocean.

Useless to say that it's necessary to take advantage of every day before its end. Everybody knows it, that prevents nobody from going to bed before having carried out something important... important... important... important... important? What? At least the last end-of-the-world party.


The First Time  [23th July 2006]     

Life is like many mansions, with many rooms to see. Every new room makes us feel ourselves different, it's a new experience. For each of these rooms corresponds a door. For each of its doors, is needed a key. Keys of life are not difficult to find. But most people prefer to run away by the back door.

Live something for the first time. A unique experience. Just watch a child growing. As the sun, he illume the life of his enjoyment. Why growing makes us forget to live? Who can boast to discover a new thing every day? It's nevertheless so easy. The world is full of opportunities that nobody dares to seize. Please, don't throw away the key.

Worry. Look for explanations when there's nothing to understand. Dry tears after some goodbye. Forget family. Spend time running after... don't know what. Do not know how to act. Have no time to love. Freedom is on the doorstep, it's all these useless acts which prevent from to open to her.

Blind. Deaf. Mute. Why being it when we have the possibility of discovering, of seeing, of hearing, of touching what the day before had made us ignore? Be upside down, every day.

Having the power to live something for the first time every day, it's like having the power to become again a child any day of life. It's necessary to take advantage of it. Because days, days, days, run away like horses over the hill.


War  [09th August 2006]                                             

Tears pour on cheeks as blood around wounds. The war digs its furrows in the world, some graves in a cemetery. Men are the victims. Men are the culprits.

Since our youngest age, the envy to destroy, to strike, to hurt itches us. The envy to show to our environment our power, and our influence. Child, do you know the difference between good and evil ? Only by becoming older make these drives calm down, and dilute them in other domains. Sexual energy, physical exercises, television... This means that war is nothing else that a childish desire, a regression.

The war tears the world... Suffering. Pain. Distress. That's what fills a life. Enduring chill allows to appreciate heat. As the hatred day begs the night for love. These moments, so dark, can be lived only thanks to short times of happiness that life give you, like some rainbows in the rain. And this sun, so bright, erases the shadows, leaves only the scars of war.

Happiness is a warm gun... Why when we hold it in our hands, we have to fire at everybody else, before turning the weapon against ourselves? Autodestruction. Automutilation. It's easier to complain about the misfortune that to appreciate the present moment.

Nevertheless, it would be enough to surrender. Stretch out the white flag. To lead a war isn't of any use when hope and peace are sufficient. Go, people. Talk to each other. Love.

Hear their heartbeat... PAW! PAW! PAW! Am I died or alive?


Providential Children  [28th August 2006]                                             

Oh child, wipe the tears from your eyes. If you'd know how I need you to be strong... The day is as dark as the night is long. It's astonishing to see how a simple baby can light a world so black.

A child discover. He sees the world for the first time. He doesn't even know it. But the one who look at this child will know. To see a child discover the world, that's how to look at the world with a new eye without believing knowing everything. Some tears in my eyes... Which teacher will tell me why children laugh when old men cry ?

Age is just a dust in the adult's eye. The sun turns, turns around the Earth, days run away, years disappear at night. In the middle, in the shadow, boy meets man. They need to learn, but they fall asleep before, and each dreams the life of the other.

Here comes the monday morning. Eighteen years are dawning. How long ? Too much. How to face a life when nothing finds more thanks to its glance ? Time is out of control. Trees and graves are going to become taller and taller... But before, there is this girl. There is also this boy, who has his heart beating.

One day, they'll grow. And boys and girls, they'll make children. And these boys and girls, they'll make children, and these boys and girls, they'll make children, and these boys and girls, they'll make children,
But none like this one.


Blissfully Hurricane  [26th September 2006]                                             

Everyone's a building burning. Standing at the window looking out, waiting for time to burn us down. Everyone's an ocean drowning, with no one really to show how to swim. They might get a little better air if they turned themselves into a cloud.

And it's true that the clouds just hung around, like black Cadillacs outside a funeral. What suffocates us? What prevents everybody from breathing, from knowing the happiness? Unless... Unless it is exactly the happiness that suffocates people.

The good times are killing us? As life gets longer, awful feels softer. And could life be beautiful without certain moments of pain ? Whore. The childbirthes. But if life's not beautiful without the pain, well how many would just rather never ever even see beauty again ? When life gets longer, awful feels sweeter... But for how many people these moments are already rather sweet?

Without knowing why to feel gloomy, we come there to make crazy things. Why named we our children after towns that we've never been to? Maybe by hopin' that they will go there one day. Without reason, Human sacrifices himself. The happiness eats away at him, burns him, submerges him, and he can save himself from it only by the pain of the alarm clock. As if all the good which buried him was only a dream.

The good times are killing us. But what saves us is our pride. Our perseverance. Our stupidity? Because we'll never given up if we think we can find a better place, or just a better way to fall.

Funny fall.

Goodbye (and thanks for everything)  [29th October 2006]                                             

We hope you enjoy your stay. It's good to have you with us, even if it's just for a day. Now, the sun is shining outside, letting you going far away... It seems like heaven ain't far away from you.

Friendship saves souls, amazes, lifts hearts and allows to breathe between two sobs. We don't always recognize these persons who support us. But sometimes, watching their brilliants eyes of frost wake a feeling... The feeling to be necessarily their best friend. Cause in this times, it's impossible to believe that anybody can feel the way we do about them.

That's the same persons with whom we stay outside 'til six o'clock in the morning, singing like some fools. Important moments, for those who have only got these morning to live.

One day, these mornings end. The day last 'til the death without these oustanding persons to give their smiles to you... But they've disappeared. They will not come back anymore. So what? Sometimes you close your eyes, and see again these people you used to know when you were young.

The best way of loving people is to know how to leave them. They're gone. They're still there.

They were the best, the worst, the worst at the best of times.

Birth Day  [04th January 2007]                                             

Statistics prove that you've one birthday, only one birthday every year. So stupid when there are three hundred and sixty four other days, unbirthdays. Today it's yours, today that's mine, today that's for a world which has stopped to shine.

What a little world, for heaven sake ! What a huge sky, seen from the Earth! What a hell this paradise where everyone counts his candles just to celebrate an agony that no one can see. Nevertheless, each day is a second chance. Each new year is a way to make ourselves believe in everything. But nobody tries.

Nobody tries because all we can see in us is a burning star, burning like time. Time burn, so fast that this could be our last day in this world. That's why we're gathered here to cheer a very merry unbirthday to you.

And we sincerely wish a very merry unbirthday to everyone. To all, to each! Raise your glass, believe in human being, in his dreams, in his love, in his red cat or in his hands. It's great to drink to someone and I guess that you will agree with me.
A very merry unbirthday to you!

Blow very softly on the candle, and your wish comes true!

Shhh... Merry unbirthday, my dear, my poor world.


Everyday's Masks  [11th March 2007]           

This is the hardest story that I have ever told. I feel as if I’m wasting, as if the world waste every day. Something looks wrong. People. They look wrong. They hide themselves behind lies, laughs and tears, without never touch who they really are.

But all you ladies and you gentlemen, between's all you've ever seen or been, fit poorly and arrange the sight, to make it seems as you wish it to be. White. Just because it's so much prettier than black. A world in white. Even a world in black. That means nothing. Where's the colors ? You must crash into people to see them, to see their colors. Crash, crash so much that your head shake, so much that you can see a different reality... A distorted reality is now a necessity to be free.

Who is himself nowaday ? All I can see is people wearing masks. Trying to be like actors, trying to be someone else. But all I can see is their looks, far too sad... They've gone identity mad !

So be yourself. Stop acting. Say what you want to satisfy yourself, don't only want what everybody else says you should want. Need to say go? Why don't you go then? If you want to go why don't you decide? Pick a row, just decide, for is it a train or a plane or a bride?

Decide, decide, decide ! Decide... Please decide.


Forget About the Future  [17th May 2007]                                         

Now is the time. A lot of things have changed lately. Hard not to think about it. Though, why try to forget it ? The recurring feeling that it was better before... it would be a lie, if I told you I do not miss this time. Please, tell me you won't forget these last moments we spent together.

Looking towards the future, we begged for it looks like the past.
Because, well, we knew that, at least, we had the good things, even if those never seemed to last. At least, there was good moments. For what can we expect from future?

What can we do when we become suddenly uncertain, or at least practically sure of being ? We float on an ocean of uncertainty, and we treat adversities and mishaps like sinking ships. We would have to remember ourselves a little more often that we sink only If we stop swimming...

Why worried about something who will never happen? Why get lost in remember something which doesn't exist anymore? You just have to act in all honesty to satisfy the memory and protect the future.

Don't forget the past. Don't think about the future. The present still reserves you many good moments... Oh, if only they could just last a little bit longer.  


Silence  [28th November 2007]                                             

A brief lull in the conversation. Some words are just so hard to say... Some words just take so long to say. Sometimes, all we need is just a silence sounding impossible.

How to make sense Of something that you just can't see, how to make sense of something you once held the key ? When the world becomes too loud, the only escape is the search for silence. Because everything unsaid can be possible. To be somebody else, to be away or there, to be friends, or lovers, to dream of this life we'll never have but which could have been so wonderful. There's times where, looking for the truth, only lies can make us smiles.

I propose a toast. To the misunderstandings, to the lies, to these silences that did not become realities. To all these moments that we almost shared, to the words said too hardly and without thinking them, to the dreams never realized, to those that we would have liked to be, to all these moments that we'll never see and which we'll always miss. Fuck this world, fuck his noises, fuck these shouts...
So leave me alone. We suffer less when we're not together, we suffer less in the silence. Heart is understanding what he wish when words are not that clear... That's just some sounds, disappearing, taking by the wind.

And if we can't change the way the wind blows, we must learn to navigate by other means... Now, shut up and live, take advantage of the wind, anyway he blows away your life. Because we can't always get what we want, but if you listen sometimes, well we just might find : you get what you need.