Haiku to the moonThe moon is alive, Immobilizing the Sun, Earth shines in darknessHaiku to the moon
In ParisIn Paris, we became a silent film.In Paris
Cigarette smoke wafts between lives in bars and rafters hung low on lantern glow.
Tar and wine and burning francs lick envelopes of bygone epistles.
In the booth, a boy forgets to change the reel.
Final frames flick, black to dusty.
En français:
A Paris, Nous sommes devenu cinéma muet.
La fumée de cigarette flotte entre les vies dans les bars et les chevrons accrochés à la faible lueur de la lanterne.
Goud
I'm being accused of theft and I'd appreciate it if you at least left a comment in my journal.
Thanks!
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Music was my first love
and it'll be my last
- Music by Gabry Ponte
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:: live through this and don't look back ::
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You CAN'T have this chocolate!
This is MY chocolate!
...by the way, I eated your cookie.
[tim]
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The forbidden Fruit Tastes the sweetest.
When you can live forever what do you live for?
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-- Hot to trot. --
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--If is the last day for me--
--Its a fine day to see--
--It's a beautiful Day--
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