Confirmation Letter For Community Service

The Curse of silence

Listen to me. Here's the thing needed: be loved. Nothing exists out there, do you hear? Being liked is honor, duty, virtue, is God, the devil, that's all. I love and be loved. That said, everything is said. For me to be myself, Proud, happy, breathing the fresh air deeply, I must have a shadow and she says: Love! Let my soul another soul double must, if I'm missing, someone is troubled, And, looking round me, whispers: Where is he? If nobody said this, I feel exile The anathema and winter on me, I'm terrible, I'm cursed . Grain that is rejected by the sieve, is the homeless man, aimlessly scattered to the wind. Ah! one who is not loved is not alive. What, no one chooses you! What, nothing you prefer! What is the universe? the soul we have, what to do? What to do with a look that nobody wants? Life is waiting love, looking over the node. Floating at random? No! The thrill you entered; The future opens and a pale window Where does one put his life and his dream? We believe Orphan; the blue seems ironic, it was cold What! pleasing no one in the world! This shame nothing appeases sinister it languishes, time scales, Tomorrow, we feel coming sad sad day What to do? where to flee? It is only in the immense boredom .(...) Fate is a crook, and I am a dupe. I aspire to blow my brains out. Ah! What grief! What nothing! not a sigh for you, not a look! That time of day slowly unwind! Alas! as the heart is heavy when empty! How to wear this enormous weight, the void? Existence is a dark hole, gaping; You feel fall into that abyss. Ah! when Dante Paper to the terrible wind and relentless rumbling Françoise disheveled, a kiss eternal console, and then hell becomes heaven. What! I go, I come, I go, I go out, I pass, I die without making any move in space! Not having one atom at itself into infinity! What then did I do? What am I punished? I'm laughing, no smiling, and I suffer no one weeps. This bat's wing touches me, Indifference, pale resident of the evening. be loved! under the blue sky - less often than black - I do know that that is worth a little pain involved From her face to the ugliness human And to live. Ah! for those whose heart beats for those who feel a look any move towards them, To those alone, God lives, and the day shine! Whether we like a beggar, a thief, a daughter of a convict yellow and green on the shoulder printed Whether you like a dog, so long as you like! Victor Hugo Being Beloved