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.:Friday, January 27, 2006:.
Une Chanson Triste.

Le Bonheur c'est une chanson triste- Un film de François Delisle

It happens, it hurts her and she likes it. She wants to die of sorrow, which goes to die with style... And we are all going to die, and slowly. She is afraid, her interior convulses, she feels instinctively, she flutters wind, asks for bigger spaces, wants to go further... She comes undone, loves you, wants to have you... For supper. She wants to eat you... To kisses.
She is so natural in the face of such fakery and no one stands it, and she loves it, she loves as much as she hates, she is falling, under. She is melted in red wine, burnt in black.

Today she's got a job, tomorrow a war explodes. She has a son, loses a life, cries for mercy and struggles for memory...
She finds a lost soul, makes love and schedules a murder.
And because it does, it happens, she turns out her ideas into moixetas of ozone, she suffers in a crystal knife-edge and reveals her sins as any doctrine. She drives crosslowlands to find out she has a vision or you have a vision or he has a vision to find out Eternity.

And it finally happens... She is a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating it's numerous strands, appreciating it's subtle nuances. She is a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

and she likes it.

Now Playing: In Your Room (Depeche Mode)- Aisha (Khaled) Best served with: french toast.

.:Lo wrote this at: 5:10 PM:.