Un Homme Pressé – Extrait 36
we are meaning to meet again, I would love to build a bridge of confidence with you. You are still an unknown Its where we come in place, it s easier to speak to an unknown person. Really? You wouldnt believe. You would be amazed to see that what people fears from outside, is lying to their inside. Have a deep look to yourself. Think of a default you find in somebody else and that makes you deeply annoyed. Egoism Are you? I may be Here is my point. Our defaults are revealed by the mirrors of other. As a new person I am a virgin board in front of your eyes, you are unsettled and dont know where to begin and how to discuss. And on that, started a long therapy I am still on-going. I cannot say more on these interviews. Beautiful the secrecy of the oath of Hypocrat, so lets start. And well, I would like to share one point waking me up every day I like to be right, I love to be wrong. So come aboard this train of mystery, you dont know where its gonna lead you, neither do I. 3 Burp Introduction video: Visit Bristol HYPERLINK "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PK71hMk0Xmw" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PK71hMk0Xmw The first day I went running, I remember it was raining, I went for an hour, totally soaked next to one of a big forgotten palace of East Bristol, England. Why? I woke up that morning, enjoyed a coffee, and another one. And before I knew it, I was reading the news around, reading is a big word, I was browsing the news offline, online, from tabloids to normal days newspapers to normal 0 to other 1. It made sense. I had the same gut feelings since the week before, it makes me suffocate more and more, so I went for a run, I went to blow air in the pierced lung of the society singing my morning. Running made me browse through life with no pause, with no fast forward or deep rewind, just a normal play of a good old VCR. Some would think I reflected, some would say I escaped, some would say, and I let them speak. What can I do? Not much, so I am running, yes walking as well. Like a coffee machine, thoughts were filtered through the efforts of my body, my mind was focused on the road, euh well not exactly, rather on my feet. Why? Looking down make you believe not much in the distance, looking far above makes me believe it is impossible to reach. So watching these sneakers, I kept the music to beat. Music a world of expression, a world of. Well, Electro is my running dance, no speech, no rhymes, nothing else than my perception on something, simple, and easy enough. Listening to a pop rock song in French, in English, in Italian or in German is like any crimes, searching about the reason for it. Categories were simple and in music, he could draw these recurring themes: Just do it Sex Love Time - Sadness - Another. Lyrics are bridging the gap to things I was trying to forget. Thanks. It is so depressive. After half an hour, my brain was soaked as well, from a deep calm brainwash, putting every particles of your brain upside down. Neurons were only there at this time to move my right leg, to move my left leg. Nothing more, nothing less, the best sense of achievement I had this day During the second half, I had to focus on my body, keep him awake, and that took all my efforts to focus on myself for so long. Since then, I keep running, that s a metaphor, a beat of a life aiming for more, aiming for change. Running was for me a way to put play on pause. 4 I am one of those lucky bastards who are showing no regrets. He came back home totally out of breath, he kept telling me this nonsense my brain wouldn't hear given the early time of the day. I told him to relax, to bring me a coffee, and yes: First, take a shower No massage First Take a shower No hello First take a shower What s up Glad you ask, first
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