Les paroles....your father was a duck!!!
je sais, tu aimes charlie winston, oui, et a cause de toi, je l'aime aussie..
ouai mais nous avons juste commencer notre vie...
et nous avons beaucoup les choses d'apprendre
nous prenons notre temps d'entendre les mots,
prends soin de faire de la carasse entre nous,
j'as pas envie d'etre une autre place
mais j'ai envie de faire une histoire avec toi,
fermes les yeux et je me les ferme,
et j'apprends de tomber amoureux avec toi
It just wasn't today. Stormy and wild, I think Mr Mo may want to rethink the drought comment he made two weeks back. That is, if the crops don't drown first in this weather.
A bridge broke in Cumbria today and a police officer has gone missing in the flood. I think fondly of Mr D whenever we talk about the North. Cumbria is home to a very dear friend who opened his doors to me when I visited over Easter this year. His wife and him were such kind hosts, they took me to the Carlisle races, to see his horses, to play dominoes with old men in a village pub, and to the lake district, oh the lakes. Throughout the journey, they had all sorts of little banters, and affectionately called each other 'mye lov', he called her 'wifey', 'petal', they were a little happy couple. I saw him three days ago, a man lost, quite broken - he tells me that she's left him, and he doesn't know why.
Watching the torrential downpour pelt down and water pour through the broken troughs, I can't help but wish that the rain would wash away his pain and sorrow, that life would one day be better, where the autumn sun will warm his milkbottle tan, and I'd hear his jolly laughter once again.
Les gens me disent que l'automne est une saison tres triste. L'ete a passe, les vacances ont fini, il faut que nous travaillions. Pour moi, c'est une saison un avec un peu du nostalgie, les petites animaux vont preparer d'hiver, les feuilles mortes se ramassent a la pelle, les arbes presque nus. mais il ya les colouers tres riche - d'or, des rouges, des jaunes, ce n'est pas les colours naturelle a mes yeux. La transformation magnifique, et La Paris a cette saison, c'est mon monde special, ma petite saison d'amour .
:)
