‎"And whence they came and whither they shall go
The dew upon their feet shall manifest." 

-- Wallace Stevens

don't play games with me. i'm too transcendental to understand this worldly worry. love, hatred, happiness, and sorrow. they should not belong here. my mind / emotion / thoughts. i dislike this physical fragility. so is the unstable mentality. will of iron is what i would like to possess. total exclusion from any forms of human emotions and relations.

but i've realized that human beings have been forced to be social after hundred centuries of evolution. we can't live without community. even wolves have their own clans. even the loner of the century - emerson and thoureau - were married. even the queer of the century - woolf - was accompanied.

even when christopher mccandless set out a journey to the wild to re-possess the human essence, he found out that happiness is at its greatest amount when it is shared...

how pathetic human beings are. we can't even be a totally 'self-reliance.' we can't be a tree, or a strain of flower, or a rock. human beings are born to be together. together we form society, crimes, desires, vanity, fairness, jealousy, happiness, passion, greed, hatred, sorrow, and love...

so i've found it a tragedy to admit that i, as a human being, cannot live alone. i need a company more than a friendship. sad but true. god, how i loathe it to admit this. by admitting this, i've realized that how fragile, worldly, and weak i am. i can't even endure the years of solitude after my years of practices.

it's like a peril of my ideals and expectations. perhaps i was just being to surrealism. it's time to get myself back on the ground.

accept yourself so you can accept the world.

every wolf has its own clan. that is the rule of the nature.

Zaz - Mi va

Zaz - Prends garde à ta langue

Aie, aie, ce que tu peux être crédule
De ces gens malhonnêtes
Qui te promettent la lune,
Leur laissant ton pouvoir
Pour qu'ils te manipulent,
ta précieuse liberté
Et parfois même tes tunes.

C'est fou, tu te crois à l'abri
Tu te moques du monde
Que tu juges avec mépris.
Bien trop intelligent
Pour, dans ce piège être pris
Tu te voiles bien la face
Et se joue ce qui suit

Aveuglé par l'or sortant de sa bouche,
Tu bois ses paroles délicieusement à la louche
Ne vois-tu pas loucher ce fou qui t'éclabousse
De son air aguicheur et te conte sa soupe

Hey sale fripon, prends garde à ta langue
Je suis le chat qui te la mangera
A ce jeu là tu n'y gagneras pas
Un jour ou l'autre, on récolte le bâton

Nan, nan ne tombe pas dans le piège
De cet énergumène et de ses sortilèges
A trop vouloir entendre ce qui te fait plaisir
Il t'aura bien flatté l'égo
Mais s'apprête à te nuire

Hum, hum mais regarde le glousser
Il tâte le terrain, divise pour mieux régner
Dans son habit de prêtre
Il clame le vrai dessein,
Te crontôle par tes peurs
Tu deviendras son chien

Aveuglé par l'or sortant de sa bouche,
Tu bois ses paroles délicieusement à la louche
Ne vois-tu pas loucher ce fou qui t'éclabousse
De son air aguicheur et te conte sa soupe.

ZAZ - "Dans ma rue" acoustique

Zaz - Je veux

superannuated heart

Jesus don't love me, no one ever carried my load... I'm too young to feel this old...

Why 

                                                                           does this world

                             do this to me               Am I cursed? like hobgoblins doomed to creep 

in the darkness

Born to be lost and wasted in bewilderment

I have been staring long enough at the abyss

 It reflects my own image of solitude and bizarreness 

Who am I?

Why should I be labeled if I've just realized one must be true to their self? 

All this worldly worries have  worn out my heart. I am too young to feel this old.

Dear God, may, merely may, you help me to save me from myself?