A platonic humour from our regions
Beyond the atrocious and useless deaths, the greatest victim of the ravages of the present era is a sense of humour.
violence
Beyond the atrocious and useless deaths, the greatest victim of the ravages of the present era is a sense of humour.
My great adaptability is an absolute violence to me. I hate any relationship that forces me to do so. Rare is the one that goes the way I want it to.
Work isn't interesting. It's being inspired that is. To be inspired is to be called to something more challenging than what was intended.
Enough to bivouac after the attacks and to take the air on a motorway area where you can park to enjoy the clear sky.
Violence and harshness are in the air. "Fond d'âme mental", a poetic text written on November 1, 2015, before the terror came.
How long will the indignation in its flamboyant expression last, when people start obeying and denying their identity again the very next day?
Solidarity is not the display of single-mindedness. I will not be shouted any slogan that is not mine. Not Charlie tonight, not any other day.
Artists die like so many other endangered species. Their territories are restricted, their voices are discreetly silenced.
It is up to certain libertines to want to escape the "mawkishness of free sex" from which they claim to be exempt.
Suzanne's dead. We watched over Suzanne's body in the cold and darkness of the room of the "reanimation" service of the Oncopole of Toulouse.