Ce dont j'ai peur ce n'est pas vraiment de ne pas réussir, c'est plutôt de rater alors que je m'attendais à réussir.
Parfois je préfèrerais que mes parents me disent : "Aller rate-le, fait exprès, comme ça l'année prochaine sera la bonne".
Ce serait tellement plus simple.

A acheter

"Le livre à lire… pendant mes insomnies, Virginy L.Sam, Editions de l’Hèbe 2007
"le journal d'une femme de chambre", Octave Mirbeau
"Folles nuit", Joyce Carol Oates
"Voleur de cartes", Eduardo Lago

FUCK YOU ANYWAY

There’s a look on your face I would like to knock out

See the sin in your grin and the shape of your mouth

All I want is to see you in terrible pain

Though we won’t ever meet I remember your name

Can’t believe you were once just like anyone else

Then you grew and became like the devil himself

Pray to god I can think of a nice thing to say

But I don’t think I can so fuck you anyway

You are scum, you are scum and I hope that you know

That the cracks in your smile are beginning to show

Now the world needs to see that it’s time you should go

There’s no light in your eyes and your brain is too slow

Can’t believe you were once just like anyone else

Then you grew and became like the devil himself

Pray to god I can think of a nice thing to say

But I don’t think I can, so fuck you anyway

Bet you sleep like a child with your thumb in your mouth

I could creep up beside put a gun in your mouth

Makes me sick when I hear all the shit that you say

So much crap coming out it must take you all day

There’s a space kept in hell with your name on the seat

With a spike in the chair just to make it complete

When you look at yourself do you see what I see

If you do why the fuck are you looking at me

Why the fuck are you looking on me mmmh

Why the fuck are you looking

Why the fuck why the fuck are you looking at me x2

There’s a time for us all and I think yours has been

Can you please hurry up cos I find you obscene

We can’t wait for the day that you’re never around

When that face isn’t here and you rot underground

Can’t believe you were once just like anyone else

Then you grew and became like the devil himself

Pray to god I can think of a nice thing to say

But I don’t think I can so fuck you anyway

So fuck you anyway x11

Time

Je me retiens d'écrire, de dire.
Ca me prends encore le coeur c'est vrai.
Mais tout passe avec le temps.

Rouge Marie

M'avait-écrit :


"Ces mots, simples. La belle écriture, un peu comme la mienne, mais en plus mélodieuse. Je suis dans mon lit, maux de ventre fous, lit trempé par la fièvre. Maman arrive, me tend une carte. Je me demande si elle l'a lue. Elle est si belle que n'importe qui aurait envie de la lire. Ce n'est pas la photo qui donne envie, ce sont les mots. Ce n'est pas tant le paysage de cette carte postale que le paysage intérieur qui se dresse au fil de ma lecture. Un film, des images.

Merci."

En 2009 je crois.