U not quite stupid actress declared the other day that desire, was better than love, probably because at first yield to force it still runs after the second.
Me, I like love, because that desire in the world we live in, this actress and I really need in want ...
Do I really want to take my car two or three times a month to visit friends who never come to see me zigzagging between conductors anesthetized omnipresent and omnipotent radar cops?
Frankly, no.
Do I want to "taste" of wine if I do not tampered digested more?
Frankly, no.
Do I really want to go see shows that teach me nothing I did not already know?
Frankly, no.
Do I really want to pretend to be interested in the nonsense cuculturelles fashionable artists, merchants and sellers of quack medicines temple?
Frankly, no.
Did I ever wanted to party, to roll into vulgarity prémâchées music?
Frankly, no.
Do I want to watch on a screen more or less flat twenty-two assholes hyper Friques chasing a ball for one hundred thousand morons underpaid utter hysterical cries in a stadium packed up mouth?
Frankly, no.
Did I ever want to worship our technological prowess and hold high the banner of our hegemonic?
Frankly, no.
Did I ever wanted to savor the roar of chain saws, lawn mowers, bulldozers and excavators, to revere and idolize highways concrete?
Frankly, no.
Do I still want all the crutches that should help us to fly and where we take ourselves so that we prevent the feet not only walking but also to live?
Frankly, no.
Do I want to experience "feel" to experience "adventures" and "have fun"?
Frankly, no.
Do I want to talk badly of my choices, listen to the arguments of wheezy puppets who believe their thinking while unconscious manipulated leads by the nose?
Frankly, no.
Do I want to be "positive" to act as if I did not know what is happening and decerebrate as if humanity did not run to ruin?
Frankly, no.
Do I really want to try to convince people who are loathe to see the truth in the face because their world crumbling beneath them already do more to collapse without their knowledge of voluntarily?
Frankly, no.
Do I really want to live in a world where the crooks are in power and where the mafia rule the roost?
Frankly, no.
Did I want anything more?
What if!
I have no desire to always want.
I want to live at my own pace.
I want to say what I think of them all the idiots who still feel like everything I did not want and hence I require.
I want to watch my garden grow, watering just enough my roses, to observe the comings and goings of tits that have made their nest in the pear tree outside my window and listen to their little chirping.
I want to see my grandchildren grow up, give them real books to read, and help to paint life with his true colors, which are not patented.
I want to listen to real music, which vibrates and lives as if it arose from a source or a wave.
I want to go see the sea, and bathe myself at every turn without crossing wave plastic bags and dog poop.
I want to pet life as if I were to die tomorrow.
I want to regain the innocence that gives so much flavor to these simple things we managed to make us despise.
I wanted to share the joy that sometimes takes me, without rhyme or reason.
I want to live.
I know it can be treated. But I did not want counseling.
Frankly, no.
Because I think love is when we no longer need to be desired.
Love, it is not wanted is to be alive.
Alain Sagault
Text written in May 2009
Illustration "I have all my rights," Alain Sagault
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