la vie, elle est le souffle, n’est pas? les cycles lents qui vont dedans et dehors: en respirant, le jour devient la nuit, l’été devient l’hiver, nos vies deviennent les vies des autres, l’amour, la mort. on dit bonjour. on dit au revoir. on dit bonjour à nouveau. la nature, elle est silencieuse, non? une [...]
Posts Tagged ‘French’
le calme.
Posted in short shorts, tagged au revoir, bonjour, français, French, l'amour, la mort, la vie, oiseau on November 13, 2009 | 1 Comment »
What’s for dinner.
Posted in my life, tagged boca burgers, brother, cheeseburgers, chick'n, chitterlings, france, French, guinness, ireland, meat, poets, restaurants, sister, skate boards, spanish, taco bell, top chef, tortilla chips, vegetarian on April 3, 2009 | 3 Comments »
I followed my brother through the drive thru at the burger joint. It is not that we had a car, we were not even old enough to drive. It is that they never allowed my roller blades inside, or as my brother liked to call them, “pussy boots.” He skateboarded, wore baggy jeans, a [...]
10 Cent Eras.
Posted in short shorts, tagged bread, bus, era, French, postage stamps, relfection, sunday on February 24, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I won’t say he belabored the point but he belabored the point. “It’s a tragedy,” he kept saying.” “I really don’t think it is,” I said. “No seriously, it’s one of those things that marks the end of an era. We are now in the over-three-dollars-for-a-loaf-of-bread era. Just like remember the time of thirty-two cent [...]
