January 2010
46 posts
maaarine:
Et que si c’est pas sûr, C’est quand même peut-être Parce que les autres veulent pas Les autres, ils disent comme ça Qu’elle est trop belle pour moi Que je suis tout juste bon A égorger les chats Je n’ai jamais tué de chat Ou alors il y a longtemps Ou bien j’ai oublié Ou il sentait pas bon Enfin, ils veulent pas
Jacques Brel - Ces gens-là
PS: LES FLAMAAAANDES LES FLAMAAANDES
The person, who, being really on the Way, falls upon hard times in the world, will not, as a consequence, turn to that friend who offers him refuge and comfort and encourages their old self to survive. Rather, he will seek out someone who will faithfully and inexorably help him to risk himself, so that he may endure the difficulty and pass courageously through it. Only to the extent that a person...
I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million...
Because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’
- Jack Kerouac (On The...
