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Nouveau dpart, nouvelle chance; ne plus tre spectateur, avec un regard vide et une solitude faire peur, mais dans un formidable lan d'enthousiasme et de joie.
Nouvelle "famile", nouveau credo, avec comme seul petit pch d'avoir entre les mains un pouvoir soudain trop grand;
Adieu Paris, tendre ville aux habitants excrables. Bonjour Pamiers, et la splendeur des montagnes de haute pyrnes...

Step lightly, as the night and day are still youngs.
Listen their breath drumming chests with furious passions.
Few bottles remain to slay our thirst. Few words are said to calm our fears.
The lungs fill with blood. The eyes with salt.
Who would drink a glass for me, and tell my name high and clear?
Faint humans! Poor feelings from poor creatures! Our vain lives day after day makes the "only" god tired.
Shall we never learn?
We're poor by will and not by chance. Only one good crow may friendly eat what we would left behind, and help us entering the inner void of eternity.
Pieces of cloth, sharp ivory or cloudy dust: is what is left which really matters?
Don't smile to us, poor marionnettes, we must get back in our boxes, as the saynete ends...