i cannot be bothered anymore to be put off by christmas shallow happines, cheap buyable goodness
i do not make a point of being out of it
i think now that everybody is out
yesterday night i heard a man scream in the streets, fuelled by his pain screaming his lungs out and pierce the crystal ices suspended in paris cold night
he pierced my heart again and compassion and sorrow for him poured out
sorrow for his pain , i felt my pain too
this morning in the train people were looking down at each other shoes, i am sure that they all are in pain , as well, as much
but they could not scream
i hope santa claus brings us enough lungs to scream out all that pain and sorrow and regrets, that all we can dare to cry up to the sky down to the earth , to shake our body, slaves to call for our dues to and scream for our injustices;
maybe all these cries will turn earth to hell, or maybe we will make music out of the noise in our souls, all untuned notes to compose the music of our frail humanity... let me bet on this
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