Feb 17, 2006 20:14
I quite like the idea of no school for a week, don't you?
Never mind the fact that Sportello collected the exact journal that I didn't want her to collect, or that I don't think I did as well as I should have on the stupid essay test. I shan't be worrying about that all week, because I wish to retain some small semblance of my sanity, at least for a while.
La mère qui a embrassé sa fille
La fille qui a pleuré
Le secret qu’elle n’a pas dit:
Les graines qu’elle avait mangé
Six mois ont passé
Le coeur s’est cassé
Et elle ne parlait jamais
From "Persephone", my weird poem from when I wanted to write French poetry. There was also one about a homicidal clown. But it was okay, because no one in my family could understand it...
Everything sounds cool and profound in French. What does profound mean? I used it in the essay test, and I'm not entirely sure I know the definition.
greek myths,
languages