As a good woman of the theater, I cannot fail to consider every comedy, every tragedy and every sonnet a great classic from which anyone who came later has drawn, copied, drew inspiration or wanted to detach.
I understand a fury in your words / But not the words.
So: you are back. As every year. Not much can be done about it … Which is not even your fault, you didn’t choose to be proposed as the beginning of the end.
You didn’t choose to be a very long Monday. You certainly have not decided to have the responsibility to close the summer, or to start schools, universities, jobs. It is not your fault if the wind changes and brings sadness. Had they given you at least the task of starting the year, as you actually do, you would have had the bulletin boards full of good intentions to throw away, of photos with hats and cotillons, a sense ….
Instead, you arrive as an unwanted yet expected guest, and every year we collide and you give me as many joys as pains.
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