Paul Verlaine

[ian-gazarek.livejournal.com]

"Il pleut doucement sur la ville" -Arthur Rimbaud

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Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville,
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui penetre mon coeur?

O bruit doux de la pluie
Par terre et sur les toits!
Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie,
O le chant de la pluie!

Il pleure sans raison
Dans ce coeur qui s'ecoeure.
Quoi! nulle trahison?
Ce deuil est sans raison.

C'est bien la pire peine
De ne savoir pourquoi,
Sans amour et sans haine,
Mon coeur a tant de peine!

Comments

[coconutcaat.livejournal.com]

Once, when I was working at a checkout lane at my place of employment, these two old ladies and a guy walked up speaking French and none of them thought I understood what they were saying until I gave them the money total in French. Then they asked me some stuff in French and I told them that I didn't know how to SAY many things, besides dirty phrases, but could understand a bunch. We chatted a little. Then, I was checking out the next customer and one of them walked back up and said "Au revoir" and I didn't understand until like the 5th time they said it then I said "Au revoir" and they all started giggling. End of story.

[ian-gazarek.livejournal.com]

When I worked at a grocery store we had a bunch of Russian kids that always came in and messed with Vlad, the Russian clerk, who went to their high school. Jeff, our boss, wanted to look cool, so he asked Vlad what he could say to them that would impress them, and Vlad told him to say "ya suka", which means "I am a bitch".

[coconutcaat.livejournal.com]

LOL It's like MY job!