5/21/2009
Holiday and Bbq.
Today is Ascénsion, a church holiday in oh-so-secular-France. Earlier this morning I attended Service at Église Val de Marne, actually a military chuch, but also open to the neighborhood. After Roomie and me were getting home, our Conciérge asked, if we were taking part in the houses Bbq., sort of an annual get together of the peepz in our house to party, eat and talk. It´s always fun, there is a couple w/3 kids, a playwriter, who claims to have known Rimbaud*lol*, a woman, who works at Renault(40ish) and the two of us. After like the 3rd year they finally got the drift that we are not a queer couple, but roomies. I always bring my Baharat(arab mixed spices) and roomie his HP-sauce. It costs like 8 euro pp. for the meat, since I like lamb a lot, and beef,pork not so much. I guess, that raises my Cuenta. ...Speaking of Rimbaud- who in our blogosphere understands french? I want to know, cuz I want to post poems of this great french poet at times. Or do you all need Gaga-translator?
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Hey, i wanted to tell you i speak french, and if you understand it really good, i'll read you my poems, if you want ^^
Almost all love poems, or sad ones, but there are beautiful :P
Anyway , i home we'll be friends one day !!
Donne moi les!
I'm studying french and i think i'm pretty competent at it
if its not too much trouble maybe you could teach me some :)
xoxo
Forget Rimbaud. Give us Baudelaire!
Donne les moi :D ^^
And, my favorite poem of all time is in the Spleen et Ideal, you know ? L'Albatros !!!
Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'équipage
Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,
Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,
Le navire glissant sur les gouffres amers.
A peine les ont-ils déposés sur les planches,
Que ces rois de l'azur, maladroits et honteux,
Laissent piteusement leurs grandes ailes blanches
Comme des avirons traîner à côté d'eux.
Ce voyageur ailé, comme il est gauche et veule!
Lui, naguère si beau, qu'il est comique et laid!
L'un agace son bec avec un brûle-gueule,
L'autre mime, en boitant, l'infirme qui volait!
And there, my fav- the best part, :
"Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l'archer;
Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l'empêchent de marcher."
OMG oO' :P
Charles Baudelaire :D
By the way, for my poems, i think i'll wait us to be a bit more friend because there are sad, and about love, so i don't share with people i don't know enough, ok ??
By the way, josh accept me to make my blog .milkboys.org !!!!! So i'll make post for you :D
ok? ^^
See ya !!
i only know a little bit of french.... like, if i was dropped in the middle of the french country-side, i think i would be able to communicate well enough to make my way to where i would want to go...
but i can't hold a conversation in french, and i doubt i would understand a french poem..
i only know what i've been taught in grade 4-9 french classes at school
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