La nuit 17 à 22 nous étions là Toi allongé délié d'ornement froid Moi dans une colère qui ne me ressemblait pas Nuit 50 j'ai forcé le sang et la foi
Je crois que le nombre lutte contre l'oubli Et je hais déjà la triste nuit 53 Nuit 52 tu paraissais si menacé Avide des vents qui venaient disperser 30, sa parfaite obscurité et ta revanche Au petit matin c'est l'horizon qui penche
Entretien du 22/07/18 avec Pascal Cherki, conseiller de Paris et membre du parti Génération.s. Invité du JT de RT France, il revient sur les remous de l'affaire Benalla et livre son sentiment sur ce scandale qui entache la vie politique française
Mom, here I am again wounded and alone. I know it hurts to see your son like this. God knows I've been strong, but that doesn't work for long. All I ever needed was my mom. Tell me I'll be fine. Only you would know. Tell me there's a purpose for my tears. Hold me in your arms where troubles disappear. Say you'll always be right here. And mom, how I miss those days when my life was just a game and you would let me win each single time. Now my luck has changed, I don't wanna play. I just want you by my side. Because I know there has always been a lady in my life, so strong. I will never find another who would care like you, who would love like you. And I feel so scared every time I mess up everything. But you're still there. And there's one thing that I never will forget: No matter what will come, I'll always have you mom.