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- Last Login
- 06/14/2008 6:04 am
- Location
- Southern France
- Gender
- Female
- Birthday
- 08/24/1990
About
My multimedia is a short film made by french people. It deals with the youth who grow up to the old age.I tried to traduce it for you.
A production,
but not a product.
In a world in black and white ,
stars are the only one in colors.
I have vomited in my cornflakes.
"If all children want to become astronauts, it's in order to run off of this Earth where they'll have to live all their life.
Then, they grow up, forget the NASA because of a 5.5 in math, listen black metal and vomit the beer...
They hate themselves, without knowing why... The secondary school learn them modalities of the failure, the humiliation, fags and suicide...
Those who will have their A-level will be ruined in Malibu-coca. Then, the sun light their way, they see the future because there's not.
They psychoanalyse themselves with discovering that all this, it's can be not only their fault. So, we begin to make policy, an other world is possible, change it will be so cool...
They buy tee-shirts with red stars on and think the word "revolution" is very beautiful, it's sounds to "revolver", but especially to "evolution".
They stop to eat Macdo food, refuse to be french, don't watch the weather forecast anymore, anyway tomorrow it will rain.
The doubt mingle to their tries, which are vains of course. Why to remake the world since it will burst ?
And then, they realize that to drink a fresh beer with a beautiful girl it's not so bad, a girl's look it's better that a battle which will be lost... Love, not war... this kind of bullshit...
We annoy the society for the last time, and then we sell our poster of Chili.
This girl become our wife, the fresh beer become our stomach. We stack ourselves in a little flat which we must buy, a job and then a car with the centralized opening, optionally the clim'. We economize for Christmas and a bit of sun at beach.
We become fat, ugly, embittered.
The little shits used to play in our lawn, and we remember that before we had projects, we remember, we were young, with many ideas.
All that for nothing, because now we 're waiting, like everyone, our subscription to the TV program...
So, before dying, we go to speak to our grandson. He wants to become an astronaut...
...Become it, it's your only chance..."
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"Gendarmes vous occultez ma lumière. Attention gendarmes, je sens poindre mon couroux."
- Mr Manatane -
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