Antoine Bello (born 25 March 1970) is a French-American author born in Boston, Massachusetts, whose works have been widely translated. His novels touch on multiple subjects, such as the relation between reality and fiction, human cognition and journalism.
Bello's first book, Les Funambules (ISBN 2070745023), a collection of short stories, was published in France in 1996. It received the Prix littéraire de la Vocation de la Fondation Bleustein-Blanchet.
Since then, Bello's has published seven novels, which have been translated into a dozen languages, such as German, Russian, Greek and Japanese. Only one is available in English under the title The Missing Piece (ISBN 0156013371).
Bello's main body of work, known as the Falsificateurs trilogy, centers around a secret international organization, the CFR, which falsifies reality and rewrites history. The first installment, Les Falsificateurs (ISBN 2070355276), was published in 2007. Les Éclaireurs (ISBN 2070124266) was awarded the prestigious Prix France Culture - Télérama award in 2009. Les Producteurs was released in 2015.
Let's take a walk, let's take a walk
To the other side
And we'll convince each other
That we both were right
And seasons change and days pass
And I'm stuck here
And I've noticed these days
I stopped thinking clear
I don't know anymore
I'm beginning to doubt myself
Where's all my luck gone?
Where's all my luck gone?
The sun and the moon and the sky
And it's all so right
And it feels in my dreams
The most exciting part of my
Hey, can I go to your party?
And I don't know anybody
Even if you said no, it was something
So can I go to your party?
This bed's so warm, this bed's so warm
I could never leave
I'm starting to run to me on this hot day
And keep my head down in row and maybe hopefully
No one would ever want to talk to me
And speak up, look at me, and stop mumbling
What are you hiding from? What are you hiding from?
The kissing so good, you didn't even knew
And you weren't even there for the one I needed you
Hey, can I go to your party?
And I don't know anybody
Even if you said no, it was something
So can I go to your party?
If I could go back and talk to my teenage self
I'd probably say I'm sorry
I'm sorry for turning you in such a bitter man
Selfish and jealous and stressful
There was too much pressure, the proximity kept rising
I suffering from a sever lack of self-importance, depressed
I'm just, I've been hopeless, I'm pushing it hard, I didn't know what else to do
It didn't pay off and I'm sorry
Hey, can I go to your party?
And I don't know anybody
Even if you said no, it was something
So can I go to your party?
Hey, can I go to your party?
And I don't know anybody
Even if you said no, it was something