Le trou dans sa poitrine...

I'm tired, so tired, of chasing the dreams
With tears in my eyes I realize that's running away
It's running away
But with all the wrong I've done, how could you ever love me?
...but it took much to say
Took much to say it

So please, please, please, lpease help me
Please, please, please, please come one help me somebody
...
Somebody, I want somebody to be mine, please, please, please

The man, the man in the mirror, he won't even look at me
Well you may not believe it, but my own reflection
Told me I ought to be ashame of myself
Oh yes it is, I'm wasting my time, my mind
I could dream, even let my body down on the bed
Oh yeah, but I can seem to...lose it, just nobody loves me

So please, please, yeah, please, send me some kinf of sign, please
I want, I want to me somebody, I want somebody to be mine
I'm begging please, yeah, please,
SOmeone, please, please, someone please
I said, I want to be somebody, I want somedy to be mine
Someone, someone, I want someone
Sometimes I got to move a lot
I say hummm.

Lyrics - Selah Sue /Please.

LES COQUINES C'EST MAL

Robert Musil, L'Homme sans qualités, réflexion sur le style 2000:

"Il s'est constitué un monde de qualités sans homme, d'expériences vécues sans personne pour les vivre ; on en viendrait presque à penser que l'homme, dans le cas idéal, finira par ne plus pouvoir disposer d'une expérience privée et que le doux fardeau de la responsabilité personnelle se dissoudra dans l'algèbre des significations possibles. Il est probable que la désagrégation de la conception anthropomorphique, qui, pendant si longtemps, fit de l'homme le centre de l'univers, mais est en passe de disparaître depuis plusieurs siècles déjà, atteint enfin le "Moi" lui-même."

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