J’ai rêvé tellement fort de toi,
J’ai tellement marché, tellement parlé,
Tellement aimé ton ombre,
Qu’il ne me reste plus rien de toi.
Il me reste d’être l’ombre parmi les ombres
D’être cent fois plus ombre que l’ombre
D’être l’ombre qui viendra et reviendra dans ta vie ensoleillée
Disorganization personified, music, and faith and computing - but zero attention spa..
Thursday, April 23, 2009
La Mort et L'Amour
Just had a very pleasant meal at the local college catering training department (yes, this does link with the subject!) with a poetry evening and the Macclesfield and Alderley Francophiles(facebook group). Ended with recitations of poetry, I was tempted to read Peguy's Heureux ceux qui sont mort - but decided we'd still be there at closing time and so I settled for Desnos final poem to his wife:
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