amour, amour, je t'aime tant
Kind of bitter on Paris right now. I keep muttering that it's probably me, not her. Trying to find the things that used to get smoke in my eyes, make me weak in the knees about my urban mistress. But things are rocky of late.
I hate when I let the little things (stolen laundry detergent, heel-stomping upstairs neighbors with a broken washing machine early Saturday morning, inefficient and impolite fonctionnaires) wring the ardor out of this confusing courtship. Who hasn't been there and found themselves looking upward for a sign of reprieve, or a lightning bolt?
This morning, as I paced through the apartment, tensely organizing and tidying up, I came across some long-forgotten Catholic paraphernalia given to us at our wedding, and realized that I had never actually bothered to read through the much of the documentation (one of them a small booklet that I had nonetheless signed, at the altar, under the guidance of our wonderful priest). I sat down with "Notre Foyer" and absent-mindedly perused the first few pages. Turning past the page with our inky signatures, and a photograph of logs burning heartily, I stopped at page three and started paying attention.
"J'ai beau parler toutes les langues de la terre et du ciel, si je n'ai pas la charité, s'il me manque l'amour, je ne suis qu'un cuivre qui résonne, une cymbale retentissante. J'aurais beau être prophète, avoir toute la science des mystères et toute la connaissance de Dieu, et toute la foi jusqu'à transporter des montagnes, s'il me manque l'amour, je ne suis rien. J'aurais beau distribuer toute ma fortune aux affamés, j'aurais beau me faire brûler vif, s'il me manque l'amour, cela ne me sert à rien." - 1 Corinthians 13, 1-2
Finding solace in upbeat but antisocial Bénabar tunes may be improving my French, it's not doing wonders for my 'tude. So it's back to basics. And Blackalicious.
I hate when I let the little things (stolen laundry detergent, heel-stomping upstairs neighbors with a broken washing machine early Saturday morning, inefficient and impolite fonctionnaires) wring the ardor out of this confusing courtship. Who hasn't been there and found themselves looking upward for a sign of reprieve, or a lightning bolt?
This morning, as I paced through the apartment, tensely organizing and tidying up, I came across some long-forgotten Catholic paraphernalia given to us at our wedding, and realized that I had never actually bothered to read through the much of the documentation (one of them a small booklet that I had nonetheless signed, at the altar, under the guidance of our wonderful priest). I sat down with "Notre Foyer" and absent-mindedly perused the first few pages. Turning past the page with our inky signatures, and a photograph of logs burning heartily, I stopped at page three and started paying attention.
"J'ai beau parler toutes les langues de la terre et du ciel, si je n'ai pas la charité, s'il me manque l'amour, je ne suis qu'un cuivre qui résonne, une cymbale retentissante. J'aurais beau être prophète, avoir toute la science des mystères et toute la connaissance de Dieu, et toute la foi jusqu'à transporter des montagnes, s'il me manque l'amour, je ne suis rien. J'aurais beau distribuer toute ma fortune aux affamés, j'aurais beau me faire brûler vif, s'il me manque l'amour, cela ne me sert à rien." - 1 Corinthians 13, 1-2
Finding solace in upbeat but antisocial Bénabar tunes may be improving my French, it's not doing wonders for my 'tude. So it's back to basics. And Blackalicious.
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but two weeks tonight I'll be on a plane, winging my way back, if only for 10 days!
think how sad you'd be if YOU had to leave for 4 months! :)
Destination Metz, we have kissed and made up - the weather has permitted some lovely evenings out on terraces, which might the best make-up sex ever.
Maîtresse, mal de pays et loin de ton chéri - j'imagine bien ton malheur. L'amour se nourrit de manque ? You'll soon be back!
Love ya, miss ya,
Tante Lisa
Lisa, Blackalicious and Corinthians are just another thing to add the list of things to do when we hang out next. xoxo
Yes.
Alice, no one is more bummed than I that all my CDs are back in California. I do have a pretty substantial MP3 stock, however, so just lemme know what you're hankering for, and I'll burn you some. Bénabar coming up!