In life, we usually only find what we are looking for.
And for some, what they are looking for exists anywhere, but not in the places or in the hearts of the people they meet.
We will have to hope and believe that by giving ourselves and sacrificing ourselves for someone who does not want to know anything about us but who asks us every time the night falls on the fragile moments of his life, that one day this person will want to know who we are. But this is wrong.
Because in life, everyone is just looking for someone who will listen to them and give them criticism without belittling them or judging them. This ensures that there is a minority who listens and a majority who speaks and only speaks.
But where can we go if we talk to each other every time but without listening to each other?
Who will you be able to know if you never take the time to listen ?
Where would you rather live with someone you don't know ?
It's true. Generally, the problems and states of mind of others are a weight that they especially do not want to carry.
So who are you in your relationship with the Man ?
The one who is just unloading?
The one who loads on his back the sarcastic ghosts of souls without lanterns?
Or the one who speaks without echo despite the depth of his inner emptiness?
Or rather, the one who no longer speaks and who without bitterness has learned to be the one who repeats the words when others shout in a vacuum....
The echo of others.....
VOUS LISEZ
LES LARMES D'UN CŒUR QUI SE MEURT
PoesíaLE CŒUR ET LES MOTS Sur la tombe de mon cœur des milliers de fleurs qui se fanent dans le vent. Comme ces milliers de vers dans mon verre qui déborde, je serai à jamais ivre mort de ces mots.. Mes mots qui saignent.
