la poésie de dimanche
J’ai perdue mes mots
J’aimerais imprimer tes pensées
Pour moi-même
J’aimerais les traduire
De sorte que je puisse parler
Parce que sans toi
Je n’ai rien a dire
posted by vespertine @ 3:09 PM
3 comments
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
J’aimerais imprimer tes pensées
Pour moi-même
J’aimerais les traduire
De sorte que je puisse parler
Parce que sans toi
Je n’ai rien a dire
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3 Comments:
It took me about three minutes to look up some of the French words and I still don't quite get what you are saying! Something about grandmother and a lot about speaking and expressing oneself? Traducir, por favor!
Ermm...
I've lost my words
I'd like to (imprint?) your thoughts for myself
I'd like to translate them so that I could speak
because without you
i have nothing to say
-close?
Gold star for you, snerk :)
Sorry Tree for totally forgetting to translate for you...
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