Amanda At the research of the happiness.

Amanda At the research of the happiness.
Do you know what's worth fighting for when it's not worth dying for? Does it take your breath away and you feel yourself suffocating? Does the pain weigh out the pride?And you look for a place to hide? Did someone break your heart inside? You're in ruins.When you're at the end of the road and you lost all sense of control and your thoughts have taken their toll, When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul, Your faith walks on broken glass and the hangover doesn't pass,nothing's ever built to last..
You're in ruins.Did you try to live on your own, when you burned down the house and home? Did you stand too close to the fire? Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone... When it's time to live and let die, and you can't get another try, something inside this heart has died...You're in ruins.


One, twenty-one guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, twenty-one guns
Throw up your arms into the sky .

# Posted on Friday, 30 May 2008 at 3:41 PM

Edited on Monday, 07 December 2009 at 2:51 PM

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Sat on the windowsill, I improvise a terrace. It is crazy with which point the rancour leaves tracks,
Walk on a thread which isn't mine. To want to hold my breath, I froze my hands. And when the ocean is my refuge, when the impotence serves me as a guide, that holds little thing as a smile. Listens to the bad life, that the violence lets me leave. And everything mixs, but doesn't assemble. Images by hundred in the disorder and then, we fight Because beyond the wealth the air is free. I'm the one who releve but who we don't order. The happiness is just nevertheless brushes it, but I hate it. I am the one which walks during hours back to the world, back to the world a bouquet of gristle. Beyond the dreams in search of happiness. We don't hold its promises, we destroy ourselves, we tear away the heart because blindly, I can see you all the same filled by the light drug addict in the polling booth I am there to believe that I am free...
At the edge of the freeway cars pass so fast. I would like that they stop, that they listen to me. A brief life expectation as a butterfly attracted by the short-lived, the passion and the horizon.

Nevertheless, I had wings.

# Posted on Friday, 23 January 2009 at 12:40 PM

Edited on Friday, 11 December 2009 at 1:41 PM

Through blue eyes.

Through blue eyes.
Nous avons inventé la lumière pour nier l'obscurité. Nous avons mis les étoiles dans le ciel, nous avons planté des réverbères tous les deux mètres dans les rues. Et des lampes dans nos maisons. Eteignez les étoiles et contemplez le ciel. Que voyez-vous? Rien. Vous êtes en face de l'infini que votre esprit limité ne peut pas concevoir et vous ne voyez plus rien. Et cela vous angoisse. C'est angoissant d'être en face de l'inifnii. Rassurez-vous ; vos yeux s'arrêteront toujours sur les étoiles qui obstruent leur vision et n'iront pas plus loin. Aussi ignorez-vous le vide qu'elles dissimulent. Eteignez la lumière et ouvrez grands les yeux. Vous ne voyez rien. Que l'obscurité, que vous percevez plûtot que vous ne la voyez. L'obscurité n'est pas hors de nous, l'obscurité est en nous. Je porte la malédiction de la lucidité. Les yeux de mon esprit sont grands ouverts sur la vie et contemplent le vide. Et pourtant luisant en moi l'étincelle moqueuse d'un espoir indéfini, qui par instants me faisait oublier le goüt amer de la moelle pourrie du monde, petit étincelle ténue, seule barrière entre moi et l'autodestruction. Bien que vouée aux affres de la réalité, aux abimes de la vérité, je vis.

- Lolita Pille .

# Posted on Wednesday, 04 June 2008 at 3:08 PM

Edited on Friday, 11 December 2009 at 1:57 PM