Like all the stories mine began by it was once and will finish by a point. There will be doubts, fears, enjoyments and tears. Some peoples will go away when the others will stay. There will be these moments of silence, so strong, so clear as nobody will hear them, we shall make as if of nothing was and we shall continue, as we shall always have made it.
As everybody, we shall blame, we shall hate, we shall lie not until distinguish any more the truth of the forgery.
We shall have all one day this sensation that the world belongs to us, the heart which is carried away, and the head which shoots. We shall cry for hours for a cause which is not worth there. Some will draw their strength from the music, the others, in the sport where the drug, but me it is in their eyes that I found mine.