Anger, when it explodes, is a cry of loneliness,
The one who pushes him is helpless and screams from the depths of his confinement.
Those to whom it is addressed, those against whom the anger seems directed, are the first recipients of this call for help.
Those he harpoons and pulls towards him into his cell from the stinging despair of this confinement which, once again, manifests itself, In the full moonlight, yet the hook The fairground game is a perverse game
Catch the hook on the fly
If you succeed, throw it aside,
Get it out of your wound, before the chain gets tight.
The locked one can never heal by locking up others.

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Loneliness and solitude being very different things, of course.
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‘Une fois n’est pas coutume’…the French language is not so subtle and only proposes the word of ‘solitude’..
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