ton petit d'ejeuner, et ma lettre
sur la table, avec quelle fu
es foute seule
la nuit, est toujours la nuit
ou tu lis la lettre
phrase par phrase
chacune est unmoment
her breakfast, and my letter
placed on the table, and there is only her
at night, it is always during the night
while she reads the letter
word for word
every single moment
is a moment of love forgotten... ...
Don't be too strict, because it's the first time I blog here and don't notice my language mistakes because I'm not a native speaker.
This year, Maria began playing awefully in Auckland, she had no footwork, no forehand, no backhand, no serve. She only got this charming screaming and this teremendous fighting spirit which allowed her to reach the quarter-finals and lose in straight sets to eventual champion Greta Arn in straight sets. http://www.google.fr/imgres?imgurl=h...:0&tx=54&ty=61...