when is it now

mardi 6 novembre 2012

love me today because even if I like I can go see trees, ask them what time it is, but the time is not the same for a tree that can live for four hundred years, human look at the life he wants to live, cook potatoes, going to the movies and then he wonders what's the point of life, a moment, a sudden impression, ease, I was a wall, and now the sun was shining, I thought, how, it depends on my desire, I am ready to understand where is my pleasure, time passes, I do not hold back, this time is particularly it is unique, but he's gone, once, after a time, not twice, not ever again the same thing, we may feel to repeat, but in reality everything changes in head there is a clock that requires us to live each moment as the last, every second is the first and the last, we do not realize it but it is not the same as and as the sand falls secret of the sea, he can not swim that far, it would take a tug, but for the moment he hears the sirens would fondle her feet, he hesitates, and then at night down to the deep sea is time to sleep, the sun will shine tomorrow, we could see the situation in the light, but the next day I was someone else, I forgot what I was thinking yesterday, all that remains to me, it is that I am a man, I live near Paris, I have a wife, I have a daughter, I do not have a cat, I do not like the night I stayed too long watching television, I fell asleep on the couch and two o'clock in the morning I woke up as if I was living a nightmare, in an unknown place to live is lost items and find other, it is difficult to continue to boil the milk, with the skin on,

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