I love you, like I love the flowers in the spring.
I love you, like I love the sunrise in the morning.
I love you, like I love the milk in the mammary gland.
I love you, like I love honey in the honeycomb and their hexagonal saint.
units, dozens, tens,
thousands, even millions
another human being
I don't want to live comfortably,
I also don't want to be rich and wealthy.
Comfortable often lies,
in humans then weaken.
Ah shit, without having time to ask, let alone refuse:
I was born! To this absurd world
I am Camus, the rebel!
Oh I am the Absurd Camus, the anomaly!
Ha ha ha! Sorry Aldy, I got into you again
There are a few things I need to tell them:
Why am I so smart?
Why am I so wise?
Take a look! How sad:
Yourself! Oh how long has it been?
How long have you been hiding sadness
In front of the world theater, behind the fake masks ha ha ha
Before the city of Copenhagen is no longer happy:
The Frederick V statue is no longer a horse!
Monde's cake is butterless, the white Daisy flower in my heart is turning blue!
And my melancholy proposes to danger with a sad dowry
Less than a century:
After Napoleon Bonaparte died
After the Eiffel Tower was completed, and Louis Vuitton was like a barjad crystal
Shortly before the Parisians were infected with Hedonism, typical of contemporary realities and then Nausea
I have heard my name:
Pronounced Francais style in a joking tone
Ah Sartre, why do you call me the beaver, ambiguous!
But never mind, as long as I wrote The Second Sex, you keep reading
I am one, among the many frozen humans
I am a stranger to you, even a stranger to me
But we are all strangers, to each of us
From various escapes and foolishness, which alienates us