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January 9, 2012

Afternoon tea Vol. 2



Having my afternoon tea & thinking of Proust's In Search of Lost Time which has a beautiful paragraph on how the taste of a piece of madeleine brought back a whole host of childhood memories.

In English:

"And suddenly the memory revealed itself. The taste was that of the little piece of madeleine which on Sunday mornings at Combray (because on those mornings I did not go out before mass), when I went to say good morning to her in her bedroom, my aunt LĂ©onie used to give me, dipping it first in her own cup of tea or tisane. The sight of the little madeleine had recalled nothing to my mind before I tasted it; perhaps because I had so often seen such things in the meantime, without tasting them, on the trays in pastry-cooks' windows, that their image had dissociated itself from those Combray days to take its place among others more recent; perhaps because of those memories, so long abandoned & put out of mind, nothing now survived, everything was scattered; the shapes of things, including that of the little scallop-shell of pastry, so richly sensual under its severe, religious folds, were either obliterated or had been so long dormant as to have lost the power of expansion which would have allowed them to resume their place in my consciousness.

But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken & scattered, taste & smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; & bear unflinchingly, in the tiny & almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection."

Beautiful isn't it?

May 17, 2009

haha


From my messy french homework...
Does he have eyes of an eagle or what? LOL





May 10, 2008

une reve

A swiss dream.



Elle commence dans le petit chateau, dans le petit dejeuner, dans les histoires de vie sur le balcon..



Elle continue en touchant le toit du Zurich.. en sentant le vent du printemps.



Elle devient peut-etre une realite en faisant un voeu..



Elle prend une petite pause en mangeant de la fondue..



Elle recommence dans le soleil, en voyant les petits qui trouvent le bonheur si facilement.



Petit a petit, elle commence d'etre perdue au coucher du soleil...
Meme avec mes deux mains c'etait toujours impossible de la rattraper...

La prochaine fois, peut-etre elle decidera de rester un peu plus longtemps.



January 5, 2008

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Je vois toujours des visages contentes quand j'suis a l'aeroport.. c'est la ou les amoureux s'attendent, les familles se reunissent.. des sourires et des larmes partout.

Mais un jour dans l'avenir, c'est la ou on va se croiser, sans te regarder, sans te dire bonjour, je serais une inconnue.

Je ne connais pas la route.. meme si j'etais a ton cote, je me sentais seule et perdue.
Tu etais un tres bon professeur de la vie mon cheri..
Moi j'suis toujours etudiante, j'ai jamais reussi a marcher aussi vite que toi.

On a ecrit une belle histoire.. s'il te plait, laisse-moi passer, sans me regarder, sans me dire bonjour, fais comme un inconnu.