All Hallows...
Oct. 30th, 2008 01:18 amsoucis noirs sur mon ame
l'image s'etouffe et s'estompe
la clarte soudaine, un chemin
mes yeux epuise epris de la paleur
du matin qui trouve ton sourire
sur mon oreiller blanc
The melancholy's been stuck in my throat all day, refusing to let me breath or let me go.
It snowed today. Almost all day. It was only melting snow, so it won't stay. (thank god, it's only October after all) They say this winter is going to be as bad as last year, when we broke all records with a scary 500+ centimeters of accumulated snow. My forecast for the upcoming winter? A lot of helping maman shovel snow around her tiny parking space and countless city buses dropping me off in the middle of impromptu snow mounds. Last year, it was terrible. Everytime it snowed, people became more and more apalled, where are we going to put it? There was literally no more space. The city had to find and buy more vacant lots. When you walked in the suburbs, you couldn't see the houses, they were all buried in snow. If you called for delivery pizza, you had to go wait ouside for it because they couldn't see the adress plates. Mailmen were pulling their hair out and I'm not talking about ambulances. A guy even put his snow on sale on eBay. He got rid of it and donated the money to charity.
I guess every one goes a little crazy in the winter here in Quebec city. :)
l'image s'etouffe et s'estompe
la clarte soudaine, un chemin
mes yeux epuise epris de la paleur
du matin qui trouve ton sourire
sur mon oreiller blanc
The melancholy's been stuck in my throat all day, refusing to let me breath or let me go.
It snowed today. Almost all day. It was only melting snow, so it won't stay. (thank god, it's only October after all) They say this winter is going to be as bad as last year, when we broke all records with a scary 500+ centimeters of accumulated snow. My forecast for the upcoming winter? A lot of helping maman shovel snow around her tiny parking space and countless city buses dropping me off in the middle of impromptu snow mounds. Last year, it was terrible. Everytime it snowed, people became more and more apalled, where are we going to put it? There was literally no more space. The city had to find and buy more vacant lots. When you walked in the suburbs, you couldn't see the houses, they were all buried in snow. If you called for delivery pizza, you had to go wait ouside for it because they couldn't see the adress plates. Mailmen were pulling their hair out and I'm not talking about ambulances. A guy even put his snow on sale on eBay. He got rid of it and donated the money to charity.
I guess every one goes a little crazy in the winter here in Quebec city. :)
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Date: 2008-10-30 07:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-31 04:26 am (UTC)Poetry and Snow
Date: 2008-10-31 04:09 pm (UTC)Google translates it as:
black worries on my soul
choking and the image fades
sudden clarity, a path
exhausted me loving pallor
morning is your smile
on my pillow white
Ooo! So soft and yet dark! I think that 4th line is not translated well. . .
Onto less interesting topics than your beautiful words of poetry:
". . .countless city buses dropping me off in the middle of impromptu snow mounds."
Ha! I totally totally hear ya. I'm at the tip of Southern Ontario (verging onto Northern Ontario) and we get the 'where are we going to put it' comments circulating here as well.
Re: Poetry and Snow
Date: 2008-10-31 11:20 pm (UTC)black worries upon my soul
the image chokes and fades
the sudden clarity, a path
my tired eyes enamoured with the pallor
of the morning which finds your smile
upon my white pillow
The Google translator did a pretty good job by my standards. :) I'm touched you went through the trouble of translating it, haha. Well thanks, I'm glad you liked it and took the time to comment on it ^_^
Re: Poetry and Snow
Date: 2008-11-07 02:10 pm (UTC)