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RE: NOSTALGIA JOURNAL - From Crafts, Arts & Illusions

in #proofofbrain • 3 years ago

Yes , knowing and feeling we are strong people helps to see life differently .
I understand your passion 🌷

I read a lot , i am just not very good with words ( comments ) specially in english .
but your value is much seen and respected , on my side .

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Use https://www.deepl.com/translator

It's an excellent intelligent online translator and gives you the best translations. I learned a lot during the years by using it.
Reading is my passion as well. I also love writing.

I love writing poetry only and in French

When I was sixteen, I attended a French course with my sister. As I had missed French at school, I was happy to take the opportunity to give it a try. The teacher was a very handsome guy who I was attracted to (teenage dreams). But he also had a bit of a crush on me and always praised my pronunciation. Unfortunately it was only six weeks, but I love your language very much and can imitate it well. Once when we had some French exchange students with us, I threw the few smatterings into the conversation and was terribly proud of it. They were elated by my perfect "C'est fini!" when we finished our ice cream and I threw the style into the bin with a grand gesture. LOL
Such a shame I can't speak it. When French people speak English, they still speak French. HaHa! I love that strong accent. Germans sound wooden by comparison.
You write poetry. It's a supreme discipline and a poem is like a shy wood nymph that very rarely comes to visit me.
Let me read one of your French poems, and I try to make sense of it through two translations. And see, what will come out of it! Wouldn't that be fun?

Yeah i ll share one , not really a poem but a poetic vibe .
I used to write tons of poems whole book and then i thought many people do , we can all so it easily as it is so easy to me and what am i to try to talk about the pain and the heart , but i won a price and i made some people cry so it was cool ... all those poems are gone and my perfection in it is not the same since i write a lot in english , for too long now , but as i see that not many people after all write with poetic heart , in french , i might dive into that pleasure again .

Laisse le soleil entrer
Comme une rivière qui coule
Comme un baiser dans le cou
Réchauffer l'espace et le cœur
Parmi toutes les sensations j'ai senti ta joue sur ma douce poitrine
J'aurais aimé que ce soit réel quand je me suis réveillée
L'amour sauve la vie
Mais on en perd la trace
Et nous marchons seuls
Mains vides
Jusqu'à ce que le coin en béton nous arrête
Jusqu'à ce que les mots n'aient plus de sens
Jusqu'a ce que le froid dans notre lit une personne
Prenne possession de notre âme