Fear Page #3

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Now old women are lighting ceremonial

candles for the crocodile in the church,

even though they pretend the candles are

meant for this or that saint.

A while later I woke up in the

middle of the night.

It was my friend, no doubt about it.

I was sure I wasn't mistaken.

We never saw each other again.

The day I visited the place

the crocodile is still hanging around,

I remembered that old story.

I didn't dare to wait for

darkness to fall.

It was like I was afraid to see

my old friend again.

Who knows which other secrets

he might have been hiding.

Maybe he descended from

the clouds as well.

I'm afraid I would contempt all

those who are different too easily.

And because I don't accept myself

as I am, that poses a problem.

Because those who resemble me,

depress me,

and that gives me a negative image.

I'm afraid I would be an

incorrigible bourgeois,

I can't accept that,

how did that get into my head?

The rich irritate me, the poor repel me,

the middle classes get on my nerves.

Help! Hurry, a monastery,

something authentic, peace.

But real peace, not fake.

No rotan furniture,

no Scientologist from Hollywood

declamating in Tibetan.

I'm afraid of indigestion.

We all eat shamelessly like pigs.

Yes!

Like pigs.

Children!

We'll leave you the crusts.

I'm afraid I would blush for

joy if I'd go shopping.

Sometimes it does my heart good

to have a chocolate mousse.

OK, it has been prepared industrially,

but it's tasty.

And all those who don't have the means?

Look, she only chooses super digestible food.

Come on, Simone,

we support the agricultural food complex!

But can't you see it's a fraud?

I'm afraid I won't be really useful

just one time in my life.

For example to make clear to a racist,

to a single racist that it's cowardly,

dumb and mean to be a racist.

But I have tried carefully once or twice.

It's hard to control myself and to

stick to the part

of a democrat who respects the differences,

but is uncompromising about the basic values.

Then the other will look at me in shame,

but I feel like it's slipping away from me.

I can only convince people who

agree from the beginning.

Help! Cicero, Louise Michel, Montesquieu,

Martin Luther King, Benetton!

I'm afraid I would come across

as being sympathetic

It's horrible to be sympathetic.

How was your life?

Sympathetic.

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