Petit texte qui se passe de tout commentaire... J'aimerais tant pouvoir te detester, toi qui me voulais la, j'aimerais tant pouvoir te mepriser, mais je n'y arrive pas, que dire de ces annees passees a faire les mauvaix choix, a aimer des hommes du meme signe que toi, tu dis qu'entre ta femme et ta fille tu as choisi ta femme, tu es vraiment trop con papa, mais je t'aime quand meme, enfin je crois, meme si je suis morte pour toi, regarde, je suis la, je ne suis pas celle que tu crois, je ne suis pas non plus le fantome de ma mere que tu as vu en moi, j'aimerais tant pouvoir te detester, mais je n'y arrive pas, a une epoque tu m'admirais, t'en souviens-tu? tu m'ecrivais des petits mots pour me dire que tu etais fier de moi, papa, tu m'as voulue sur Terre pour mieux m'abandonner, je ne comprend pas, tu es vraiment trop con papa, mais je t'aime quand meme, enfin je crois, tu n'es pas la, tu fais le mort, vis-tu encore? je ne sais pas... je t'ecris en sachant bien que tu ne me liras pas, je me souviens des lettres que tu lui envoyais, tu etais fou de joie a l'idee que je sois la, je l'avoue, papa, je ne comprend pas, le comment ni le pourquoi de cette vie ici-bas, tu es vraiment trop con papa, mais je t'aime, enfin je crois... Elisabeth Pilliere De Tanouarn Because the google translator turns my words into bleeding nonsense let me improvize here a REAL translation for my english and american friends at RR: I would like to be able to hate you, you who wanted me here, I'd like to be able to despize you but I can't, what should I say about all these years spent making the wrong choices, loving men who had the same starsign as you, you say that between your daughter and your wife you chose your wife, daddy you're such an ass, but I love you anyway, at least I think I do, even though I am dead for you, look, I am here, I am not the one you think I am, neither am I my mother's reflection you saw in me, I'd like to be able to hate you but I can't, there was a time you would admire me do you remember? you would write me little cards to tell me you were proud of me, daddy, you wanted me on Earth and then you threw me away, I don't understand, daddy you're such an ass but I love you anyway, at least I think I do, you are not here, you play dead with me, do you still live? I don't know... I am writing those words knowing you won't read them, I remember the ones you used to send to my mother, you were so happy to know you were to have a baby, daddy, I just don't understand this life of me, daddy you're such an ass , but I love you anyway, at least I think I do... Elisabeth PILLIERE DE TANOUARN