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So simple, so meaningful...wrote:Et je sais, sur le chemin, que j'existe encore...
Please stop apologising for your English. Just say what you have to say. We used to have an Argentine poster with very broken English, but he managed to convey his ideas without any problem and he never apologised. But your English is great.Anne-Françoise wrote:my English is definitely too bad to make possible to explain what I feel, sorry.
Yes, you better...if not we'll cyber-donkey punch you...that's how we roll...I understand you completely and half the time I don't understand my own damn posts (they are jumbled crosswired (crosseyed and painless) shitstained thoughts on the state of the union (body and floating thought bubble) for the most part). I bought the first four books by louise gluck...isn't that a lovely name...gluck, gluck, gluck...I'd annoy the shit out of her. I wish she'd drink a big gulp next to me...and a book of stories by gogol. I think, though, I am pretty immersed, at this moment, well, not this precise moment, because I am typing, but during this basic and adjacent string of moments (that's a decent line...I'll pluck that for a poem or something....yes, i think i will) that is tic, tic, tic...pretty much floored by AR Ammons. The poem where at the end the line is(I don't have the book I think it is come prima): "i raise my hand" is um, I don't... ____________________..........ya understand? Well, it's grand and it makes the yellow and pink sunlight even more happy to be around me. O and I bought new brakes. That sucks.Anne-Françoise wrote:Thanks, Tatz...
I'll try to... but sometimes it's frustrating.