This dreaded love that each we bear-le fardeau de l'âme-, can't it be simpler? Getting old, getting a job, getting a car, getting drunk, getting laid, getting pregnant, getting married, getting a degree, getting a career, getting a kid, getting two kids, getting a retirement, getting older, getting senile, getting dead. Similar has it been for all of us. Is it necessary? Do we all need this? I hope I don't. Falling in love is so passé, why can't we just live without being lived by hype? Why can't we love without playing the tune?
She didn't come, after all.
L'été, son nouveau d'une senteur perdue. L'amazone dans toute son empleur, lueurs piquantes et fleurs époustouflantes. L'hédonisme dans toutes sa variétée. Qu'importe l'amour! Qu'importe l'espoir d'une vie conforme! Séduire la savane perd toute son ampleur quand les lions l'emporte. Je ne suis ni lion, ni gazelle, ni zèbre, ni éléfant. Je suis l'être perdu sans demoiselle.
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