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In trying to write this blog in English I hope finally able to start jabber a few words in this language. I will mobilise various tools for that my text be in accordance with the rules of grammar and spelling. Thanks for your corrections and comments.
Friday, April 10, 2009
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Oh, It is really well done. I must see them separately, now.
Thanks :-)
That was not easy, I try since three days. It's a very delayed full moon.
The most important is that this full moon was here.
I like the place mat, the lace seduces me.
The lace look like at a mandala, isn't it ?
It is one. I like it very much. And also, the button with its holes.
As seeds of new moon in the mature moon...
Momo, my mother wants me to go to bed. She already asked me twice. Here, I am very young. I must say yes and do it.
I send you love and light.
Whahahaha, thus good night you both.
Alguna vez intenté hacer lunas como la 9, pero los nudos se me enredaban y no pude acostumbrarme a aprender al revés (soy zurda)
Kisses...
Marilyn, las abuelas saben hacer esto muy bien. Mi abuela era una experta.
Es muy hermoso.
Momo, you can laugh. I feel very well. I found Tara again. I think she had been a little deformed during the cooking, but she is still very beautiful.
I covered her with what should become a beautiful light blue. I told in a low voice in the ear of Tara your wishes by asking her to grant them.
Ola Marilyn, y la 3 ?
Para mi, cocer botones es algo immensamente fastidioso
Ho thanks, krn, I feel really well thank to Tara and your kind words. I'm sure that your Tara will be plenty of love, grâce, peace and happyness.
I believe, Momo, that this Tara is also a little yours.
I caress her by giving her most possible energy, as if it was to you that I gave this energy.
Moreover, the energy which emanates from my body is already in Tara. My hands left their DNA in the stoneware.
I believe that I can feel your two energy, krn, and that's very sweet and very benefic. Thanks very much, I like very much your way to live your spirituality.
Momo, I am sometimes afraid, so much my will to exceed me is big, to fall in the mysticism. I made of this fight for our freedom to exist and be happy, my reason for being alive.
We are 12, only women. They all envy me Tara. I am very proud.
Yo bordo, coso botones, pinto y tejo a crochet, y no soy una abuela!!!
Aunque en realidad, todo es "aba"... ahora no tengo tiempo ni materiales para retomar mis hobbies...
¡ Marilyn, esto no es exclusivo de abuelas! Cuando tenía 10 años, hice de encaje blanco los guantes para mi comunion.
Hay que tomar el tiempo, y escoger lo que es importante para ti.
May your night be sweet and restful, Momo. Pay attention where your feet walk.
Me gustaria ver tus tejidos, Marilyn.
Ojala puedas retomar tus hobbies.
Que significa "aba" ?
Thanks, krn, yes I have to be attention where my feets walk. Today the painful is less.
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Hello language courses, you were perfectly understood. Very interesting your link, this tool seem very usefull, thank you, I think I'll use it a lot.
Krn, be carefull regarding envy, it isn't always a good symptom. The great art shouldn't never produce envy. But I'm sure that you wanted say another thing. A beautiful broadcast about mysticism and craziness :
http://www.radiofrance.fr/chaines/france-culture2/emissions/vivants/fiche.php?diffusion_id=70890
I like your happines, it's very contagious. let's go on! Keep going !
Alea Jacta est. Tara is in the kiln. She is going to cook until tomorrow in the evening.
I do not know what is going to give the enamelling. Blue, yes, but which blue ? Samples did not all give the same result.
Let's the alchimy of fire make things, we shall see what will go out of it.
And after... what will occur ?
Let's the alchimy of fire make things, krn !
Your words are those of wisdom, dear Momo.
Krn, we talking about the meat and our relationship with the animals, in the Tomas' blog.
https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13600981&postID=7032951447364005497&page=1
I know your love for the taste of the blood, and I would like understand what there are in the head of the humanity.
Momo, I have just read the discussion at Tomas. I do not leave a comment, because it is very difficult for me to express me in Castillan. You know that I cannot master this language.
This subject is a part of those who ask to be perfectly understood. I would prefer speaking about it in French so that there is no possible confusion.
Be, ti rispondo qui al commentario che m'hai lasciato sul mio blog.
Credo che le "sostanze" facevano parte dei riti, gli artisti anno utilizzato sicuramente le loro esperienze nei stili che anno sviluppati. Ma non credo che le abbiano utilizzate espressamente per "creare".
Non mi ricordo dove l'ho letto, molti anni fa, un testo che diceva che gli artisti inca sempre lasciavano una imperfezione perché la perfezione appartiene solamente ai dei. M'e sempre piaciuta quell'idea anche se non credo in un Dio qualunque.
Ciao Bernard,
È una bella idea, infatti, quella dell' imperfezione.
Suppongo che le sostanze facevano parte inerenti di queste società, tuttavia penso che erano soprattutto i chamani che ne prendevano.
La creatività non è obbligatoriamente legata alla presa di sostanze, ma sono quasi sicuro che questi artisti dovevano entrare in certi stati secondi o di extra lucidita per fare quello que facevano.
I think that a clear head is the best tool for creativity in the realm of plastic arts. Nevertheless some "sonstanze" can help loosen up some stiffness (I'm talking about myself!)
At the end of his life Chagall was drawing with his left hand because his right hand didn't surprise him anymore.
Bernard, loosen up stiffness is my main purpose, but the life is plenty of all kinds of worry, and the body is so heavy. I had this kind of grace in the past but, after a traumatic accident, I loosed the carefree attitude. I think that learning English contribute at this loosen up. In the past, alcool helped me as an oracle, at present I prefer lucidity. I think that the methodology can help me to work without worry of the shape, and with more freedom. Michel Leiris wrote some beautiful things about his relationship with alcohol and the creativity, in "L'âge d'homme".
Would the art be for you only the result of a distorted consciousness?
Then, we can ask the question of the normality.
Are the artists naturally these eccentrics whom we like putting aside either does artist's quality acquire itself with what modifies the personality?
Personally, I believe that the alcohol or the hallucinogens modify the personality to the point that we become a foreigner for ourselves.
The art of the others disturbs, we feel maybe more creative when we are another one.
I remain persuaded that it is only a question of perception.
I think there is a misunderstanding, krn. What did you have understand ? Of course, I didn't think that the art be only the result of a distorted consciousness. Anyway, there aren't any recipe or formula. But, for me is evident that there are some contexts or states more favourable for creativity.
I was not sure to have well understood. I tried to translate comments in Italian with Google translation, the words were relatively strange.
It is true that the artists succumb more easily than the others in the fault of the artificial paradises, and my reflection was born from there.
Momo, do you mean to say that your mind is more free to create when you are not in a "normal state" ?
Krn, above all, I wanted say that there are no recipe and no formula.
What is the normal state ?
Anyone who has did the experience of the inspiration know that it isn't a normal state.
But that's very rare, very rare and very fragile, and that's a very big responsability, as Moise before God.
Gille Deleuze has talked about this subject in the "abécédaire" (documentary film).
Personally, I want not anymore depend of inspiration, even if when it arrive I'm very grateful.
My normal state is when I have ideas.
If I have no inspiration , I am ill.
I see beauty in a leaf which falls in a graceful movement.
From pain or tears, I know that I can make moving texts.
Even in the most absolute disorder sometimes hides a movement which gives some pleasure at the very sharp moment when you see it.
When I loose my head, I think of nothing and I do nothing.
But, you know that you are no normal, krn. You are a particularly sensitive person, and that's rare.
You think that it is not normal to be sensitive?
Then, I understand why, often, people do not understand me.
But you are sensitive too, Momo, could you also say that you are not normal ?
I know that you are not as many people, and it is very precious for me, but I never thought that, you and me, we were abnormal.
If we call "normality" the rule of most large number, then, yes, we do not obey this rule.
I wanted to refer to what is normal for me. Be in full ownership of my means, see and hear.
I however have to recognize that there is a mental state which is an inexhaustible source of inspiration, it is to be in love.
On this matter, we are Saturday night, you would already have left.
May I wish good luck to you or good night ?
Yes, krn, I was outside for a while, I had need change my ideas.
People were very likeable tonight, very smiling and impulsive.
Hum... my life is really a strange life. I'm not yet recovered from panic attack, and I still avoid. That's difficult because it's the spring, and people are very friendly. But I have to be happy, because I progress little by little.
I'm really very happy to can at least talk some minutes, without any attack. I think that lately I prefer the light of the day for the social relationships, I need talk calmly, not surrounded by music and smoke.
For sure, love is one of the biggest state of inspiration.
yes, I think that the sensibility is a rare thing.
I often wondered, about the sensibility, if it was innate or acquired.
In a family, there is sometimes a single sensitive person.
In my ancestry, there are many artists. Half of them were locked into asylums.
Yes, I'm not astonished, I think that today as always the asylums are full of sensitives persons.
Did you listened the radio broadcast ?
Maybe it's too late.
I don't read the Story of madness by Michel Foucault, and you ?
Oups !
I did wrong.
Here the : radio broadcast
I think that my two last sentences are not correct.
"I made a mistake". "I was wrong" and "Here is".
=
J'ai fait une erreur. Je me suis trompé. Voici.
No, Momo, I don't read the story of madness by Michel Foucault.
I tried to listen to the broadcast, The was only one minute in the file, but I found it in another form.
I have to import it to I-Tunes.
You have the same problem as I have, you write too quickly, Momo.
But you know how to be right.
Your are right, Krn, I write more and more fast, thanks to the typing.
ITunes ? Have you got a Machintoch also ?
Unfortunately, I haven't got a Mac.
I-tunes also runs on Linux.
It's good to write fast, but we have to think faster not to be wrong.
I remember a little girl in a broadcast radio, she said that she thought too much quickly in comparison at her fast of writing.
You would have wanted a Mac ? It wasn't a ideologic choose, the PC ? Moreover, I know that you have several computers.
Momo, Mac is a must and everybody knows that. It is the choice which I would make if I began now to have one computer.
You must Know that I am a "bidouilleuse"(I miss the word in english)
My computers, I made them myself with spare parts bought here and there at traders of electronics. I know how they are made, what there is inside and a breakdown is never a disaster.
It is a question of cost but not only, I like opening and touching. sometimes, I work with the opened computer, but I have to recognize that my living room is more the one of a geek than the one of a woman.
Bidouilleuse = Do-it-yourselfer.
You are really a special person, krn, and I like it.
GeeK ? What does it mean ?
To define a Geek is always a precarious exercise, the geeks themselves diverge frequently around the question.
For some, the geek is inseparable of the computing or the hi-tech, but for me, the geek has something else, he is an adult who has never lost the connection in the imagination and in the delight of the childhood, and who uses this capacity of dumping to develop a point of view on the world in several dimensions: the real dimension on one hand, and the various imaginary dimensions conveyed by the universes which fascinate him.
The geek lives in one world (or several worlds) which he built up.
Nevertheless, the word "geek" is especially used to describe a fanatic of the data processing communication. He has his own vocabulary and often, crumbs on his keyboard...
Now, I remember, thank to remind me of this name and the nuances.
Thanks to remind me to remove the crumbs.
Anyway, I think that the keybords are always full of crumbs and all kinds of small dirties. Even worse, the keybords are probably among the most dirty things in the world.
I find damage that we worry so many bacteria in the bad sense while they return so many services to the human beings.
Without them, cows could not digest the grass.
Bacterias hidden in my keyboard are only two weeks old.
I read again my comment and I am laughing.
"I find damage" ! is it a collateral damage in my mind ? I drafted all morning long a report of accident of machine for an insurance company...
I always thought that a computer was a personal thing which cannot be lent.
I didnt want to erase the comment. Too fast, once more.
I want to keep my crumbs for a personnal use.
I find very interesting your reflection regarding bacterias and, in isolation, I think that it's a very salutary way to see the things.
By the way, this expression "I find damage" is it really correct ? That seem too much literally translate from the French.
It look like "Sky, my husband !".
Krn, Doreus, Bernard, Marilyn and Lilian could I use some of our discussions for an essay ?
Mmmfffffwouahahaha ! sky, my husband !
You make me laught a lot !
Yes, Momo, that's the same.
A storm or an earthquake causes damages.
Write "worry" twice was not good.
I validated before reading again. It was stupid, I should pay more attention.
Momo, you can do anything you want.
All what I said here is yours.
You are an angel, krn.
Yesterday, I collected the more great number posssible of sweet words in french, I would like share with you all of sweet words I found.
Ma puce.
Mon ange.
Ma petite puce.
Amour de ma vie.
My sweety.
Ma reine.
coeur.
Ma prune.
Bibi.
Douddou
Ma souris.
Calinounette.
Papillon.
Rouplouplou.
Plouplou.
Ma nounou.
Ma pucette en sucre.
Nenette.
Bouboulinette.
Mon petit oiseau des îles.
Ma grande.
Ma belle.
Ma paupiette.
Ma crevette.
Mon crapaud.
Mon titi.
Ma jolie.
Ma louloute.
Pitchnounette.
Mon pousssin,
Ma biche.
My sweetheart.
Mon trésor.
Ma petite pomme.
Mon petit flocon.
Mon chaton.
Ma toute belle.
Ma pucinette.
Ma pucinouchette.
Ma pousse.
Mon lapinou.
Mon lapin.
Ma lapinette.
Ma ninette.
Ma petite crotte (antiphrase)
Ma cracotte.
Mon lapin en sucre des îles Canaries.
Mon oiseau multicolore en sucre des îles.
Mimi.
Chouquette.
Moumoune.
Mon petit loup.
Mon petit minou.
Princesse.
La petite princesse de la chambre bleu.
Mon petit lapin bleu.
Ma douce.
Choupinounette.
La reine.
Mon pruneau.
Gribouille, lovestick, dino, mon ours, lapin, choupinou, mon couscous, ma carotte, mon petit amour, mon trésor, mon petit buddha, ma crevette, little prawn, gros rat d’égout à la queue violette, quenelle rose à queue violette (pour un garçon).
Mon échalote.
Nounouille.
Didounette.
Poupette.
Ma chérie.
Mamounette (pour une maman)
Ma pépette.
Roudoudinette.
Mon pigeon.
Bibi.
Sweety pie.
My darling.
Ma cocote.
Ma gazelle.
Ma grande gazelle.
Bébé.
Mon loukoum.
Mon p’tit bout.
Miss.
Mon petit biscuit.
Mon biscuit.
Mandarine.
Ma perruche bigarrée.
Ma grenouille.
Grenouillette.
Ma pille.
Ma pouliche.
Mon petit choux à la crème.
Mon poussin.
Ma petite crotte.
Titi.
Pipou.
Pétoulette.
Pétoule.
Ma princesse rose bonbon.
Tétard laiteux.
Monstre affreux (antiphrase).
Petit diable.
Titounette.
Saucisse.
Ma crevette d’amour.
Coco l’asticot.
Sauterelle.
Fleur de petit pois.
Ma biscotte que j’en perd pas une miette.
Etc...
Momo, why have I the impression that you have a lot of work ?
I don't know, krn, but it's true. What do you call "a lot of work"? What does it mean "a lot of work" to you?
Put differently and more simply, what does it mean "a lot of work" '
That's great, Momo !
I like very much all these soft and tender words.
Would I have the chance to hear some of them ?
I like very much "Ma prune". What is your favorit ?
A lot of work ? Beaucoup de travail, non ?
Another sweet word that a friend gave me :
"ma petite croqueuse de pain au chocolat"
I think you could make very happy Leandra with one of these words.
Non, qu'est-ce que ça veut dire pour toi "beaucoup de travail" ?
The choice is difficult.
"Mon loukoum" made me smile.
Would you be greedy ?
In english "My Turkish delight" is even more suggestive.
Whouahahaha, "ma petite croqueuse de pain au chocolat", that's nice. Can I call you like that ?
"My Turkish delight", Whouahahaha, I like very much this one.
For a moment, I imagined that you were writing a report.
Yes, I have to write a lots of reports. But, as you know, the mind need rest.
Léandra ?
ma minoutte,
mon bébé rose,
choupinette,
petit coeur,
beauté d'amour,
toutounette,
bichoune,
ma jolie,
mon petit sucre candy,
coeur d'amour,
poussinette,
ma toute belle,
doudou coeur,
...
ma petite croqueuse de pain au chocolat ?
Of course, you can
You can choose any of them. They are so sweet.
Yes, I like very much "my turkish delight" too.
Words for Leandra : She is very lucky !
Is this discussion, one of those that you may use for an essay ?
Good night, krn ! I fall asleep.
I do not dare to write all those that I could give you.
I have a lot of imagination.
Good night, sweet dreamer.
Hum... the sweet dreamer cannot sleeping.
You know, I underwent insomnias in a certain period of my life. I then decided never staying woken in bed during no more than twenty minutes.
Even if it is 3 am in the morning, I get up. I always have something to do. When I feel again that I am tired, I go back to bed.
I wish you good courage for today, my dear Momo, I think that you will need it.
« On apprend plus dans une nuit blanche que dans une année de sommeil. Autant dire que le passage à tabac est autrement instructif que la sieste.»
Emil Michel Cioran. Aveux et anathèmes.
Léandra does not want to sleep, I am going to go to tell her a story and to cuddle her. Cuddle is for Léandra, but it is often me who fall asleep.
If I do not return, it is because the story will have hypnotize me.
I wish you to rest better than last night.
For you, the cuddle is only virtual, but the heart is there just as much.
See you tomorrow my sweetheart.
Kisses from "la petite croqueuse de pain au chocolat"
:-)
Yes, krn, I have outbreaks of panick attacks currently. That's very anguish when you know that you'll have to talking before public, and personally I know that it isn't a good thing for talk, because my mind become extremely rigid and tense.
Today, it was too hard, thus I decided to go swim in the lake, and it was very very good because I finally feel much better. Water of the lake and swimming are really benefic.
Cioran is permanently the writer of insomnia.
Thank you, krn, for your visit.
I wish you of gold dreams for the both.
Tenderly yours
See you tomorrow my dear friend.
I spent a dreadful night. Woken by nightmares, I was sweaty. I had to take a shower and to go to sleep in another bed having undone sheets.
This morning, I am exhausted as if I had spent a sleepless night, but I did not feel panic.
Léandra still sleeps.
And you, how are you today ?
Difficult day today, krn, people and the situations was very mocker, ironic and spiteful.
I hop we'll going better tomorrow.
Bad day for both of us. My daughter (Leandra's mom) isn't in good health.
I think that she must come back home because I have to take care of her during some weeks.
She fainted in a supermarket and they called the emergency services. She have to rest and eat correctly.
I am her mother, I am the only one who can take care of her. I love her. She needs love too.
And I love you too, and I would want that you feel it deeply inside your mind. The life is difficult. I would so like to avoid to those that I love all this suffering.
Please, do not give up, you are not alone.
100 ! I couldn't allow this comment pass without saying it.
I believe that I shall always be childish.
Do not believe that my worries already flew away. Simply, I do not show them all the time. It helps me not to give them too much importance.
Good night,my very good and very brave friend.
101 - Krn, your words, as usual, give me a lot courage. How to thank you ?
I wish that Leandra's mother will improve fast.
Yes, you must give her more love than usual, it's very important.
Love is permanently the best medecine.
Alas, many people who surround me do not understand this basic principle.
I worry not to be among those many people who surround you.
What do you mean ? Peut-tu me le dire en français ?
Oui, je regrette de ne pas faire partie de ces nombreuses personnes qui t'entourent.
Car je suis persuadée que l'amour est la meilleure médecine du monde et que c'est avant tout de ça dont nous avons besoin.
A la suite de tous les petits noms que tu as écrit, j'ai essayé de me souvenir de ceux que me donnaient mes parents. J'en ai trouvé très peu, trop peu. C'est sans doute la raison pour laquelle je trouvais ça dérisoire.
Depuis ta liste, je me dis que ça m'a sûrement manqué.
Je suis certaine que mes parents m'ont aimée. Le tort qu'ils ont eu a été de ne pas me le montrer assez tôt.
Je ne l'ai su qu'à l'âge adulte.
"Devenir père pour ne plus être fils", j'avais été interpellé par cette phrase écrite par un camarade d'école dans son mémoire de fin d'études il y a very long time ago.
I'm not still dad, as well, it's very difficult to me to guess what does it mean to be dad, I'm still a son, I'm still at the other side, put differently I see this problem always at the same way.
Momo, it is very difficult to be a parent. It is an enormous responsibility.
When that arrived to me, the first time, I was only 25 years old and I was ready in no way. I asked many questions and I am not sure to have been a good mother.
I was just a loving mother.
If you want to have chidren, you must find a wife, hurry up...
You leaved yet and I didn't say you to be careful to choose her, she must forget that she has her own life for about twenty years.
Your original tittle, full moon, has gone away, did you remove it ?
Just a loving mother ? But, it's the essence of the equilibre, we can buy many things but no the love, no the tenderly. A child need above all affective food, it's the best background for the equilibre, the best baggage for the rest of life...
Why hurry up ?
The title ? Yes, I wondering myself if it was not too much redundant to repeat twice the title (name of post + names of label).
Ok for the tittle. I understand.
Hurry up ? it was a joke.
Men can be a father even when they are 100 years old.
You must know that I like very much playing with you.
I was not an exemplary mother. I divorced and my new husband was not a father for my children. I loved them but I was not able to give them all they needed, but they never missed love, because I had it in my heart.
And I still have it.
A moment while ago, by returning from my daughter, I was driving at night through the forest when I imagined myself that you were near me in my car and that I was speaking to you about hares which cross and wild boars running through the countryside, I saw two hinds and I would have so liked that you are there to see them.
During these twenty minutes, I so felt you close that I was disappointed to arrive alone at home.
And now, I go to bed, I am very tired.
I'll think of you.
Me too, I like playing with you, krn.
I will have see the wild boars and hinds.
There is not so a long time, I was anxious to cross these forests.
Now, I drive slowly with my camera near me. Even if most of the time, they failed, one day, it is possible that I make a beautiful image.
You make me think about a post of Doreus, he woke up at the middle of the night and he saw trough the window two or three red deer. His best post, in my opinion.
Ho, I forgot mention the post of his yellow car on Google earth.
I can't look for my car with Google Earth, it is metal grey, not very visible and often under the trees.
I shoud search the link, it was in a old post.
Comment dit-on "une entrée, un post" en anglais ?
Me too, I can't see my bicycle, too much small and it's black.
Black ? I imagine it was blue...
I don't know why.
Une entrée ? input ? In fact, I don't really know.
Soon, you will know more than me.
More ? Why ?
I found it ! here.
Speaking english is not natural for me. It seems to me that you are better.
Exactly, krn. Well done !!!!!
You are so clever !!!!
Better than you ? I can more and more read and write English - I've less and less need translation tools -, but for listen it's a disaster. I can just understand some words, some expressions, at the middle of conversations, but it's always too much quick for understand everything. This being said, some people said me that I did a lot progress lately.
I think it's strange the fact that I can talk a bit English, but that I cannot understand of the English spoke. I do what I can without immersion.
... without daily practice of the ear.
You must educate your ear.
When I was younger, I always saw the films in original version. In Enflish but also in spanish.
I saw "The angel exterminador" in original version.
And, if I understand well English people, I have difficulties with american ones.
It is hard to write, this morning, I've cut myself one finger and the bandage makes me an huge finger which does not want to work.
Do not worry, it's not serious, I just bandaged to stop the blood to flow.
We are equally, you cut the foot, I cut the hand.
And all this verbosity to say that it was " english " and not " enflish "...
Why did you think that I speak better than you ?
Yes, a friend advice me to watch the series "Friends", because the actors talk very clearly.
The series "Friends" ? I heard of it but I never saw it.
I think that you speak better than me because you really want to speak english.
I do not really like Anglo-Saxon people and I like really too much speaking French.
I am not objective.
You make me laugh.
But I almost fall on the ground at reading your comment.
We have to be carefull of our hands and feets !
Take care!
Momo, in what language do you think ?
Yes, I really want speak, but I'm not yet better than you, because I don't practice. My main practice is with you, writing and reading.
This powerless finger reminds me that we should not procrastinate.
Yesterday evening, I did not co the washing-up, now, I cannot prevent from weting my finger to do it.
Your main practice is with me ?
I am very proud, but am I good enough?
I am better in many other matters.
Ho, I think in many lenguages, I think and I desire in french, I count in Spanish, I say the alphabet in italian, and I would like enjoy this fucking life in english.
You shouldn't say "we should not procrastinate", that's very anguishing, above all for a person who did not can feel the passing of time during 17 years.
Procrastinate is my fatal speciality.
Maybe we aren't the best teacher for us, but we do it with love and dedication.
Yhe washing-up is also very anguishing.
Anyone to do it for me ?
Procrastinate ? I must fight every day against this fatality, and sometimes... I fail.
What does it mean "washing-up" ?
Faire la vaisselle ?
Yes, I have to do it now.
See you later,
:-*
You do it ? You are very conscientious, krn.
:-*
I did it, then, I went out with my daughter and Léandra.
The night is not cold at all. There is no moon.
I didn't remember that children were so noisy.
You didn't remember ? When I see a child or a baby this is the first thing I wait, a lot noise.
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