Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Benoit Perreault Trumpet

Revolution ...


E 'and we started a revolution on this beat-five hundred to run after her ... she left. E 'game-by-step charging running like crazy ... no wait ... not looking back. Short of breath to keep up ... me and my buddies these noisy fans and absurd in this attempt.
Revolution ... a word meaning large and swollen, so swollen that difficulty lies in the mouth. One kind word for those who hope in the further, the impossible becomes possible. A bitter word for those who only have to lose with the change, for those who use the building for their own sinister advantage.
And then on the glasses my young friends that the time has come and the smiles will return to bloom in our mouths to make fun of our Executioner who will look with ... under cover of darkness for fear of another's harbinger of silence and lies will come ... If you really
the time of silence, well ... at least that is deafening final and serious ... that is crushing under its own weight this slime that imposes the gag, which censors the other to think more ...
What the thud of our fall does not make them a wink of sleep or spend a peaceful night ... that dawn is just a delay at sunset after their worst nightmare ... So
courage my dear friends ... a toast to the possibility that ... everything happens without any delay with the certainty of being in the heart on the side of right ... this time ...

Giop & Salvo…

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