Et de ratage en ratage, on s'habitue à ne jamais dépasser le stade du brouillon.
La vie n'est que l'interminable répétition d'une représentation qui n'aura jamais lieu.

---Hipolito, Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain

Friday, August 26, 2011

Of Suicide and the Great Ones

Up here
where the wind blows,
where it is just the wind and you -
the wind as the only witness -
it would be easy to be mistaken with The Girl That Was Never Seen Again.

So many stairs.
So much red haze.
And
Nothing to impede your fall.


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