Today We Are Always As Ready To

For The First Time In A Long Time I Thought About Maman. I Felt As If I Understood Why At The End Of Her Life She Had Taken A 'fiancé,' Why She Had Played At Beginning Again. Even There, In That Home Where Lives Were Fading Out, Evening Was A Kind Of Wistful Respite. So Close To Death, Maman Must Have Felt Free Then And Ready To Live It All Again. Nobody, Nobody Had The Right To Cry Over Her. And I Felt Ready To Live It All Again Too.

There Is A Terrible Emptiness In Me, An Indifference That Hurts.

Yes, And When The Love Of Life Disappears, No Meaning Can Console Us.

One Leader, One People, Signifies One Master And Millions Of Slaves.

What Is A Rebel? A Man Who Says No.