Kurt Cobain is dead

Smells like teen spirit demarre. Quelqu'un monte le son. On se lève tous d'un bond pour entamer un pogo furieux et chaotique. Les 10 m2 The room is transformed and destroyed. On chante à tue-tête les quelques paroles qu'on croit connaître, en fermant les yeux. The esprit adolescent is là, in the chacun de nous, the exudation of our pores, the irradie la pièce. It's in Seattle, in Washington, in London, and the people are there, in this small town, for nothing, insignificance and without avenir. On est jeunes, vivants, pleins d'illusions déjà presque perdues. On se sent forts tous ensemble, on communie dans le déluge de décibels. A veillée funèbre grunge and désenchantée for the icon disparue.

Que nous reste-t-il désormais ? Le bac dans quelques mois, et après ?

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