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Je suis un fleuve qui court
comme un forcené fou
par ma propre foliie
emporté par les vents
vers l'ínconnu
profond et noir
avalé comme une goutte
de rien
dans l'Océan
qui m' attend


I am a river flowing
like a madman
cursed to flee
by his own madness
taken by winds
towards the Ocean
deep and black
swallowed like
a drop
of nothing
in the waters waiting

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I always did enjoy reading your work in French(although I have a difficult time translating it)

You always do us the favor of translating for us
this is beautiful, sad but it also has a power behind it

Let your mercy spill on all these burning hearts in hell(Leonard Cohen)

Thank you, Chrys. Good talking to you again,


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Like this..the last line especially
spent much pondering of late
vids with oceans
"waiting" and the "Drop"
great reference

"Madman fleeing before"

I like that even better

Language is a fantastic
Thank You Geremia
for this translation!

Thank you , as always, Steven. I manage to write a ""good one"" from time to time.


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I love it
Wonderful analogy
but, allow me to reassure you, we are not a drop of nothing :)
love judy

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

La vie c'ést comme l' eau qui court entre les doigts et qui se perd dans le grand Inconnu.

[ Life is like water flowing through your fingers losing itself in the great Unknown]



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That's about as little of French I know even though my daughter-in-law is french candian...

I liked this one which took me through most of the course of the river and in between the lines the connection with life..


raj (sublime_ocean)

Thanks, Raj, You always read me well.


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found a song.."Flug Der Mvwen"

"In schawarzem Wasser Starb das Licht
Wir laufen durch den sturm
Dem Flug der Mowen nach geschrien
Wir Fliegen durch den sturm"

I like your poem better Geremia!
the french..I was looking for Fluege..
reminded me something of heart.
which is a far off sound in my
head...Plvuri or something..

Got me thinking and finding
Thank You!

A lovely piece of writing there young one.
Always remember that every drop that goes into the ocean is still a drop in its own right, though it is now part of the whole,
Yours as always, Ian

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Unconditional love to you all.
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Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

Grand merci, Ian, mon ami.


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