“Your hair was a mess but you would dance on the coast.” “You’re looking miserable, do you wanna get out?” those keep popping in my head. Then  it becomes “Your hair was a mess, do you wanna get out?”.  I can’t help but repeat those lyrics from a This Providence’s song “Sand In Your Shoes”.

Because when I woke up this morning, I said to myself “I wish I wasn’t so messy”.  The word “mess” obsessed me from this moment.  Then came the lyrics. I finally listened to the song, but when I came back at home, it kept popping in my head…

In this post I also wanted to put the poem I’ve written in both english and french.

“Spring filled with sunlight

Its light lands slowly on the grains of my skin.

By getting blind of your pure brightness

You stretch my cheeks for them to form a smile

My hand rises to protect me from this dazzling hapiness that you donate me …

But I haven’t finished to breathe

I haven’t finished to fill my lungs of your enlivening fragrance.”

“Printemps ensoleillé

dont la lumière se pose doucement sur les grains de ma peau

En me rendant aveugle de ta pure clarté

Tu étires mes joues pour qu’elles forment un sourire

Ma main s’élève pour me protéger de ce bonheur éclatant dont tu me fais don….

Mais je n’ai pas fini de respirer

Je n’ai pas fini de gonfler mes poumons de ton odeur vivifiante.”

 

I almost forgot to say that I can’t wait to be in September to study japanese. I really can’t wait.