So long, and thanks for everything.
Je crains qu'il n'y aie plus grand-chose a ajouter. La flamme s'étiole lentement, finira par s'éteindre. Peut-etre qu'un jour je recommencerai ces textes inspirés qui me rendaient si fiere (pourquoi au juste ? Je ne sais plus). 6 mois d'écrits bordéliques, de sautes de moral prodigieuses, construction d'un monde. La vie continue. Les envies se renouvellent. J'avance, le coeur léger, sourire au levres et mains tendues. Mais ailleurs.
[ A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
And he made a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store
And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
And the other travellers came walking down the track
And they never went further, no they never went back
Then came the churches; then came the schools
Then came the lawyers and then came the rules
Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
And the dirty old track was the telegraph road
Then came the mines, then came the ore
Then there was the hard times then there was a war
Telegraph sang a song about the world outside
Telegraph road got so deep and so wide like a rolling river...]
(Dire Straits, Telegraph Road)
J'AIME VOUS.