A man built his castle around his inner fear. He becomes bourgeois. From the top of his rampart he has become condescending. His fear will be all what's left when everything else has decayed. The man will not face his fear. He will die of fright.
(note no.106 of Process Cheese novel-in-progress. Christine Bellerose. First print in homônumos magazine, Perspective issue no.2)
Bonne nuit Pierrot
Je me suis installée sur la lune* pour être avec toi. Aujourd'hui, on mangera de la glace à la fraise pour être heureux ensemble.
Je t'aime depuis le début.
Ta grande sœur, cricri
28 Mars, 2007. 18 ans après ta maudite mort.
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Good night Pierrot
I launched myself to the moon* to be closer to you. Today, we shall eat strawberry ice cream. Your favorite.
I love you since forever.
Your big sister, cricri
March 28, 07. 18 years after your stupid death.
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*Mon nom Chinois est 'Gui Hua' (桂花), un arbre osmanthus qui pousse sur la lune (légende Chinoise). / My Chinese name is 'Gui Hua' (桂花), an osmanthus tree which grows on the moon (Chinese legend).
