And when I feel life's heavy labours calling. I make my self light aslight . I think of things as they come to me without warning . A train of thoughts passing through on the tracks
Sunshine we be cruising, it's in our music that's where the truth is cos we have done
hat cos we haven't been there . I wanna go there cos we will run that, wanna go for real
See the sun shine in winter time see snow falling in summer time it's all crazy like our minds all this anger makes us blind. For all these poisons that are mine I know I can not rewind as I struggle to be more kind As the train lies and I mess around . I'm so young but not without a sound, been seen double,keeping me down . I fiddle with a thought . But not without a sound
I wanna feel it, I wanna be there, I want you to feel it, the way that I feel it. Don't you conceal it, come on reveal it, you better love your self.
" Surtout un petit coeur sec. Jaloux. Tordu. Malheureux. Il faut l'admettre, l'amour n'est pas l'apanage des gens aimants. D'ailleurs, l'auteur avait pensé intituler son recueil de nouvelles : Infect. Mais d'Insecte à Infect, la rime était trop facile. Pourtant, infects, nous le sommes tous plus ou moins quand nous aimons . "