You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
Our civilization is a temple of what would be called unsecured mania, but it is also its asylum, and we don’t know if we are suffering from an excess or a deficiency.
Come on Alphonse. Go back to your room, re-read the script, learn your lines, then try to sleep. Tomorrow we work. That’s what matters. Don’t be a fool. You’re a very good actor. No one’s private life runs smoothly. That only happens in the movies. No traffic jams, no dead periods. Movies go along like trains in the night. And people like you and me are only happy in our work. I’m counting on you.
Her eyes danced like angels
She laughed she laughed
Her face showed France’s colors
Blue eyes white teeth and lips of scarlet
Thank you for the quest, thank you for the vision
This vision that spawns anxiety trying to see and feel why I am living
Time is money, every moment is costly
So I ration emotion because existance exhausts me
Oddly enough, I’m happy I ain’t famous
Imagine waking up to the fact that you’re simply entertainment