What an awkward boy this boy.
So apathetic, yet so emotional.
So smart, yet crushed by his own ignorance.
So greedy, so driven, so ambitious.
Yet,
So small, so soft, so caring.
What a mystery that boy !
But they'll never know,
Because he hides that boy,
He lies that boy,
He acts that boy,
And people will keep believing him.
Because he's such a liar that boy,
Such an actor that boy.
How could they know ?
What's behind the facade ?
How could they know ?
Even if in his writings he acts,
Even if in his thoughts he lies,
Even if in his relationships he fakes,
Even if his life he orchestrates,
How could they know ?
He will always be known as his act,
Always known as the character he plays,
The act he feeds with deceptions,
Always known as the awkward boy.
The one that is silent, the one that is unemotional,
The one that is isolated, but charming,
The one that is apathetic, but sympathetic.
The fake act he lives by,
The one of an isolated boy,
Really really mysterious boy,
Really really weird boy,
Really really awkward boy.
"Who are you really ?"
Is a question that is satisfied,
by the act of an awkward boy.
VOUS LISEZ
Short Texts and Late Night Thoughts
AléatoireThis is a regroupment of short texts, written in portuguese, french and english, but mainly in english. There is no structure in this book, it's what we could call a multilingual mess, for those interested in knowing the shared thoughts of a writer.
