des lignes en français revisited
I read this poem once before and it was one of those readings that went awry; for years I wanted to hide. But I wondered and pondered over how could I reintroduce this wee gem 😉 if I ever decided to read it in public again. I put this together just in case.
“Before I start, I should ask if anyone knows French.
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Oh yeah, I like the idea of being in love… but ahhhh this poem, this lyric. It started as a conversation with myself, a sort of rationalization about my feelings for my ghost. It was an attempt to regain control. The words flowed freely and were easily followed by a soft melody. Oh yeah, I loved him or so I thought I did.
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life and nothing more 