Do New Shuffle Board Tables Have Sand?

C'est la vie ... The angle of the poem

"I our mistakes "

Out of Time,

beyond any tension,

manifests the human fury.

And life has a meaning

only if guilty of happiness.

Man is restless,

restless as his residence.

our convictions

they are few,

get lost in a cloud,

dense and dark,

in doubt atrocious.

We all

seek a metamorphosis,

of what we are well aware.

But change skin

makes sense only if this change

involves life itself,

life already!

how absurd

pronounce our lips,

when it comes to life.

C'est la vie ...

Life is the slow motion

of our thoughts,

of those thoughts that

in their speed

and immediacy,

above birth,

the evolution of situations

that concern us.

It is not

"sweet sinking

in the sea!".

It is not even right.

Why bow

the head in front

of our mistakes?

[Maurice Drake]

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