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November 16, 2006
C'est lundi
C'est lundi, et j'ai froid.
Le parfum de cheval m'enveloppe
comme le gilet que je porte.
Ce n'est pas la mienne;
Il vient d'homme a cote de moi.
C'est lundi, et il a chaud.
Here is the (almost literal) translation:
It is Monday, and I am cold.
The scent of horses envelopes me
like the vest I am wearing.
It's not mine;
it comes from the man beside me.
It is Monday, and he is warm.
Le parfum de cheval m'enveloppe
comme le gilet que je porte.
Ce n'est pas la mienne;
Il vient d'homme a cote de moi.
C'est lundi, et il a chaud.
Here is the (almost literal) translation:
It is Monday, and I am cold.
The scent of horses envelopes me
like the vest I am wearing.
It's not mine;
it comes from the man beside me.
It is Monday, and he is warm.
2 Comments:
French poetry is so pretty. I need to hear you read it. What does it mean? Maybe you should provide a translation. But, you don't have to.
Ahh! Thanks for the translation!! I love this so much! I love the last two lines.
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