Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Le Tennisman
Il a le poing serré et un air de suffisance sponsorisé par Nike.
Le Tennisman.
Il vit avec sa mère.
Elle lui coûte cher.
Chaque mois elle fait de la chirurgie esthétique pour ressembler aux nouvelles copines de son fils.
Dans sa chambre il a un couvre- lit vert.
Le vert est très à la mode en Australie.
Les valeurs familiales aussi.
C' est pour cela que le tennisman ne voit pas pourquoi il devrait vivre sans sa mère.
La seule chose qu'il lui reproche ce sont ses ongles qu'il trouve trop longs à son goût.
Ils sont faux bien entendu.
Mais malgré sa photo dans la presse internationale (celle ou il a un air de suffisance)
Il est triste aujourdhui.
C' est un secret que personne ne connaît.
He have a clenched fist and an air of complacency sponsored by Nike.
The tennis player.
He lives with his mother.
She costs him a lot.
Every month she have plastic surgery only so she could look like her son's girlfriends.
In his room he has a green bedspread.
The color green is very hype in Australia.
And so are family values.
That's why the tennis player doesn't see why he should live without his mother.
The only thing he complains about it's her nails that he founds to be too long for his taste.
They are fake of course.
But despite his picture in the international papers ( the one where he has an air of complacency)
He is sad today.
That's a secret that no one knows.
Written probably in 2005.
Picture: Dash Snow
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Behind
In a world of thousands feelings
Faking in electrics lightnings
Well
We see what we can
And can
only see one inches from
a door who's been slammed
while the blanket still warm
and body arm like hell
In a world where i can't tell
why the fuck we can't
Be
Together
I guess i like spinning alone
with a packed mind filled with
people long gone
wrestling in the words dust
I do feel the slow beating
Of you leaving me
Behind
In a world of thousands feelings
I better lay in bed and feel like
am the smoke in the room
No one 's armed you said
and i can't look at you through
the smell of inflammable thoughts
They used to burn us for less
than that.
Picture: Todd Hido