Les mansardes de Luchon

C'était un peu comme la proue du vaisseau amiral,
et ses petits fanaux clignant de l'œil, la nuit,
luisant sur la maison comme des lumignons
Et son toit bleu d’ardoises en était embelli
et mieux, nous étions hauts, aussi hauts que la vie.
Ces «Mansardes» nous y dormions durant les saisons des curistes,
y montant doucement, respectant les consignes,
de traiter dignement les précieux locataires.
Pour Régis et pour moi, c'étaient douces manies
que nous nous gardions, de contrarier en vain.
Dans la chambrette blanche austère ou je dormais
les livres me tombaient des yeux bien après la lumière
et j'écoutais aussi, les pas sur les trottoirs
des passants noctambules qui passaient en riant
et je scrutais aussi les fenêtres d'en face.
Grand-Mère ronflait parfois dans la chambre à côté
Avec son poudrier et son eau de Cologne
exhalant des senteurs de rose et de vanille.
Dans la chambre à côte était Régis, mon frère
Qui me passait parfois la B.D, «Blé le roc».
Oh, comme je les aimais, ces modestes mansardes,
Nous étions jeunes alors, et tout était diamant :
Filles des locataires aux cheveux dénoués
ou bien nos jeux guerriers et nos arcs et nos lances
et ces folles lectures menées jusqu'au petit matin.

Paul Arrighi

Let me in to the forbidden stance the state in which we fulfill life
Let me into the star the forbidden light forevermore
Won't you take our hand
Let us take you to our land
Where we understand
Where the taste isn't bland
Won't you take my hand a true inspiring word
Oh won't you be the one to fulfill this world
Oh won't you be
Oh won't you be
Oh won't you be the truth
Let me into you
Let me into the world that does not lie at all
Why do we pressure against the wall when there is no ceiling
Let the stars fall the light forevermore but is that light living past the truth
What is forever but a day
One extreme brings about the end the suffering only god truly understood
Is the pain ally mundane
Was the war really mundane
Give it all a chance a chance to bring to life
Why do you want to propagate more strife
Understand that the first is not the second
And understand the second can never be the first

Won't you take us back back to the origin
Where immortals flew and god was still a child
What once was
Can never be
And what is to be never once was
Why do these hands fill themselves with blood why do they reek of despair
Can you wash them clean by the night?
By the day can you still swear by light?
A falsehood is manies reality is this face?
Is the God is this true?

Oh won't you be the one to fulfill this world
Fulfill these hearts today
Fulfill the sacrifice of the unknown martyr
Was it in vain?
Please be true
How can love take a stance?
It reflects hate and is but a two sided mirror
Separating half from whole

In which moment *** becomes less intimate than taking a coffee with a stranger and talk about life, or hugging in the middle of the bar with all the music and people jumping, feeling the strong heart of a stranger in your chest and knowing that's sharing peace.
In which moment love become so difficult? is it because *** is so easy to get that love becomes so difficult?
Are we so disconnected of ourselves, of our feelings?
In which moment eye contact becomes more intimate than having someone inside of you?
What is happening with us, with love, with connection, why are we so afraid to give it all
to say: “look me in the eyes, i'm not going anywhere” to say “ lets get old together”  what happens to partners for life? what happened to unconditional love?, is it just our generation with this struggle?
Why are we afraid i have listen to manies: “ i don't want to lose my freedom”, “ i have been hurt before”, “ i don't want to open myself” “ trust no one” “ i can't be loyal”...
Love and *** become a game i don't know how to play, a game of express but not to much, feel but not too much, don't be intense, play it cool, see other people, don't put so much effort on a men, don't expect nothing from him. How can you build trust in this game?
So tell me what its next? Everybody wants to go to heaven but no one wants to die, Everybody wants to be in love but noone wants to fight for it.