lundi 19 février 2007
Wars can wait
Honestly, something’s wrong. The world’s bleeding, there’s no
hurry. Wars can wait. I’ll tell you this, we are living a bit below. As long as
there is plonk, we drink and it is all worthless. Even when we don’t drink,
which is quite rare, it is worth being less. I’ll tell you this, that’s how we
live. Truly, it’s all stinking, there’s death in life. That’s how I live, but
plonk’s worth more. It does not change one’s life, gives nothing more, but
that’s wine, see, the singish sight. Messes up the throat, rasps the stomach
and extrudes bile. That’s how we live. Because it is all above us, this world
in the world that’s nowadays world, and something’s wrong, we’re helpless,
short of grasp. There’s beer also, but it does not soak you the same.
I’ll tell you, really. That’s how we live, we do not know how things
happen, but it hurts all the same. We’re short of grasp. So, we decide not to
feel. As if… and drink. Well, I’ll tell you this, we do live the same anyway.
You need not answer now. Wait till when you’ve time enough not to care, you’ll
tell me what it’s worth.
Orlando de Rudder.
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