Restless, shifting, fugacious as time itself is a certain vast bulk of the population of the red brick district of the lower West Side. Homeless, they have a hundred homes. They flit from furnished room to furnished room, transients forever - transients in abode, transients in heart and mind. They sing "Home, Sweet Home" in ragtime; they carry their lares et penates in a bandbox; their vine is entwined about a picture hat; a rubber plant is their fig tree. (O. Henry)
26 Mai 2023
Tout va bien
Maintenant, tout va bien
Ton bonheur est le mien
Avec ces vers et ces rimes
Adieu spleen et déprime
La magie de tes mots
A soigné tous mes maux
Un baume pour un cœur
Qui souffre de langueur
La vie retrouve sa saveur
Bienvenue la bonne humeur !
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Everything is all right
Now everything is all right
After darkness comes light
The magic of your verses
Healed spells and curses
Words changed my mood
As for now I feel good
I feel a change in the air
No single sign of despair
Life has now a better taste
I have no minute to waste.
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