They were two passers-by. Just as others were because all people are.

They never had the chance to meet each other, eventhough they were travelling together everyday.

Some call that a “Fact of Life.”

He, let us call him, John, never had a dream in his simple life. He was just struggling to survive.

She, didn't have to.

She was born, as French people would say, with a “silver teaspoon on her mouth.”

She didn't know what the cost of everyday life was. She never paid any fees or bills.

She had a lot of money but she didn't care about it. As only poor people do.

She was a bad girl simply living with the difficulty of  finding out what to do everyday.

She never helped anybody, so never knew that anyone needed help.

Maybe, IF John had asked her, she would have done something but they never looked at each other.

They sat behind one another on the train; without knowing anyone else but themselves.

I still wonder... because they didn't look at each other  or  themselves either.

Facts of life?

He listened  to the music from Heart called JAZZ.

She only swore by Classical Music.

Maybe they would have fallen in love, if someone had introduced them to each other .

But it never happened.

“Should I know better ?” asked MICA PARIS

There are some kind of people asking themselves who they are.

There are some who can't because they don’t have enough time.

Let's take a breath, have a break.

Maybe I'm a fool myself , in those times of incertitude, to care about them.

Maybe I'm too old or too young to know about life, about love, to understand those non-dreamers.

Who knows ?

Do you  ?

Are people born to struggle?

To live without aims...

without L.O.V.E. ?

Paris,1997

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