Le soleil qui brille me manque, me manque
Dès que je suis arrivé.
Chez moi maintenant, il n'a pas de temps
De ses rayons me paie.
Et moi, dans un mois, je reviendrai
Aux terres ensoleilées sur mer,
À Californie, l'état d'or,
Où vit encore mon père.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Thomas Hardy
I read Thomas Hardy in a day
The Mayor of Casterbridge.
His daughter was the choicest bride,
He was what Faulkner's Oedipus would be.
Nowadays courtesy's dead.
The Mayor of Casterbridge.
His daughter was the choicest bride,
He was what Faulkner's Oedipus would be.
Nowadays courtesy's dead.
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