A hot day's afternoon.
We were on the road,
from the past to the future.
Bicycle in the breeze,
from your smile to mine.
熱天午後
我們在路上，
從過去朝向未來。
微風中乘著單車，
從你的笑容通往我的。
We were on the road,
from the past to the future.
Bicycle in the breeze,
from your smile to mine.
熱天午後
我們在路上，
從過去朝向未來。
微風中乘著單車，
從你的笑容通往我的。
1 comment:
Bonjour Helena,
Me again! There's a little french for you, but that one's easy. Everybody knows. Yes, french is my mother tongue. I am bilingual and will easily switch between french and english, as many people living in Montreal do.
By the way, I have added a small Welcome note in english to my blog. That way, visitors like yourself will be more familiar with what's going on (although you had no problem at all !).
I've basically seen one show every day of the Jazz Festival. Reports are on my blog (in french though...but music is universal, isn't it?).
This has been a very busy week, as I'll be leaving for New York this saturday. Still have a million things to do...
By the way, I really like your photos (I presume they are yours). I love photography. The basketball one: the light was wonderful.
Finally, is there some sort of count down going on on your blog?
Have fun!
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