"I'm leaving this world without feeling sad. Life no longer appeals to me. I've seen and experienced everything. I hate the current era, I'm sick of it! I see really obnoxious people all the time. Everything is fake, everything is replaced. Everyone laughs at each other without looking at themselves! No respect for your word. Only money is important. We hear about crimes all day long. I know I'm going to leave this world without feeling sad about it! "
Alain Delon
"It's not my birthday anymore.
It's hard.
My days are adding up.
I'll be old when I am.
That's all.
Anger at not having carried the stolen past in my pocket!…
The time when they celebrated my birthday!…"
It's time to celebrate life, family and friends…
Who makes Christmas for all of us? It's our friends
Friends are our Christmas cake
Each friend is worth more than a Santa Claus.
Money doesn't matter
What matters is the truth
And the most valuable gift
Is the gift of friendship
Merry Christmas, my friends. ✨ 🎅 🎄⛄️✨
CHRISTMAS…
You who sleep the night away on the sidewalk
In a bed of rain with sheets made of wind
You who have the Christmas of loneliness, of suffering
You're my brother, my friend, you're my brother.
And you who sleep alone in the nightmare of jealousy
In a bed of anger with sheets made of fire
And suffer the Christmas of loneliness without a complaint
You're my brother, my friend, you're my brother.
Christmas is in December
But it could be in May
Christmas is in September
It's whenever a man wants
Christmas is when it's born
A life dawning
Christmas is always the fruit
In a woman's womb
You who invent tenderness and toys to give away
You who invent dolls and moonlight trains
And you lie to your son because you can't buy them
You're my brother, my friend, you're my brother.
And you who see your hunger in the window, which I don't know about
Slices of sadness in every happy king cake
You put a bitter taste in every sweet I buy
You're my brother, friend, you're my brother.
Ary dos Santos
December 7, 1937 - January 18, 1984