Ars brevis vita longa

Michel à New York #86

Posted in Michel à New York by sweetsweetzerland on 27/06/2012

I saw a world of violence, a world of fear, a world of children ruling with money and guns.
I faced lust, I heard wet words, I felt tongues not caring where they slipped or whence they came.
Winnie, Vidy, Vichy.
I felt the harshness of metal teasing me, the iron glance of men.
I felt cold in the warmth of power.
The sour smell of beauty, where all things are forged.
O, pity, is this why weakness is banned, the scary success of humanity?

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