I entered this place when I was a child, without knowing it, like everyone else. Behind these walls, I grew up, and I observed every second. I entered naturally, no one asked me for my opinion. I studied how it works, it's called the school of life. You have to know that here, everything is learned, the first joys and anger. And we never really get out of this solar establishment. At the school of life, there are compulsory subjects. And some courses are optional to train you for your story. Life often starts with the proof of carelessness. It is useful, it inspires you, and it puts you in confidence. But just after comes the course of responsibilities. You discover the words in your head and the first missed controls. The course of curiosity is an important passage. By understanding it early enough, I gained a lot of time. Then I promised that I would enroll in the course of promise. I was sometimes strong, in the course of weakness. At the school of life, everything is learned, everything is taught. Everything is heard, we train, subjects by hundreds. It's the school of life, I wandered in these corridors. I managed in these black holes, I tried to see everything. During hard times, I had some very good grades. It's this kind of result that makes you know your true friends. It gave me points of advance and a hell of a training. For the course of retreat and adaptation. I remember the course of hope, I had facilities. Unless I'm confused with the course of naivety. There was a line of lies and a line of truth. I followed the two courses, each one its usefulness. In the course of loneliness, I had a good potential. This satisfaction of oneself is an essential asset. But I also like the atmosphere that was in the course of mess. I quickly understood that existence is better conjugated in the plural. It's that in the course of humanity, I had two very good teachers. We had practical work every day, me and my sister. I hope that little by little, I have well retained their lessons. And that at the school of another life, I will transmit in my way. At the school of life, everything is learned, everything is taught. Everything is heard, we train, subjects by hundreds. It's the school of life, I wandered in its corridors. I wandered in its black holes, I tried to go see everything. In the course of love story, I was long at the bottom of the class. The ass against the radiator, I thought I found my place. But in the middle of recreation, while I was not expecting anything, I received my most beautiful lesson, and the teacher put me very well. In the course of freedom, there were many students in trance. The course of equality was paying, bravo France. In fraternity, there was no official course. There were only evening classes, far from institutional voices. So we bleed, we scar, we learn, we realize. Good tastes and stupidity, we unite, we divide. Me, to understand existence a little more empty or a little better, I chose a children's course in town, and I even took the suburbs option. It remains that in the course of happiness, the teacher was often sick. We got off on our own, we deciphered his charades. Self-taught in feelings, there will be no desire without pepper. In my notebooks in cement, I learn life by rhyming. At the school of life, everything is learned, everything is taught. Everything is heard, we train, subjects by hundreds. It is the school of life, I wandered in its corridors, I managed in its black holes, I tried to go see everything. Transcription by ESO. Translation by —