tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post3573299001617987691..comments2023-10-26T18:44:29.677+08:00Comments on rudeboy: Il N'y A Pas D'Amour Heureuxrudeboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11729829252617889028noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-16462827124126722122011-12-13T15:05:38.855+08:002011-12-13T15:05:38.855+08:00@ Nyl : I think we're entitled to all the time...@ Nyl : I think we're entitled to all the time we need whenever we get our hearts crushed.<br /><br />So wallow away :)rudeboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11729829252617889028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-90522415574394807872011-12-13T00:17:25.057+08:002011-12-13T00:17:25.057+08:00Now that I've calmed down (and my Leo sense ha...Now that I've calmed down (and my Leo sense has been pacified), I figured I'd read this again. lol<br /><br />I think Manech said it best. It's freaky how you can think your pain is private, how it is so immense that you feel no one else could've possibly come close to the level of heartache-slash-emoness you're going through.. then to have that suddenly explained so clearly in a song and these pictures. It's enough to make anyone's head spin.<br /><br />Or I just enjoy wallowing. Perhaps it's me you must pardon. ;pcitybuoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00750180276675423002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-27434138652894865262011-12-12T21:37:46.124+08:002011-12-12T21:37:46.124+08:00@ Nyl : Ooooh.
Strangely enough, while I was comp...@ Nyl : Ooooh.<br /><br />Strangely enough, while I was composing this entry, I remember a fleeting thought that went "I wonder what Nyl would say if he reads it and decides to leave a comment?"<br /><br />Well, now we know.<br /><br /><i>Pardon, je suis desole.</i>rudeboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11729829252617889028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-77195570622649995962011-12-12T12:14:12.476+08:002011-12-12T12:14:12.476+08:00I hate how this resonates. I hate you for sharing ...I hate how this resonates. I hate you for sharing this. :(citybuoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00750180276675423002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-48690338343505210152011-12-11T10:55:52.813+08:002011-12-11T10:55:52.813+08:00@ Manech : Plus ça change, plus c'est la même...@ Manech : <i> Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.</i><br /><br />Nothing new under the sun, really.<br /><br />Or as R.E.M. sang: "Everybody hurts sometimes."rudeboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11729829252617889028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-16555183323231546012011-12-11T04:05:07.387+08:002011-12-11T04:05:07.387+08:00Ce qu'il faut de malheur pour la moindre chans...<i>Ce qu'il faut de malheur pour la moindre chanson.</i><br /><br />This is my line.<br /><br />It's funny how the pain you thought was specific to you, pain that you struggle to verbalize, has already been written (and sang) by someone else, long before you.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16092825044082633184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-51196945912883530532011-12-07T17:49:12.856+08:002011-12-07T17:49:12.856+08:00@ Nate : Thanks. Originally these pictures were to...@ Nate : Thanks. Originally these pictures were to be for a post about solitude, but I felt they fit in the mood of the song/poem in this entry, as well. Thanks for noticing the pics :)<br /><br />@ Kiks : Yes. Aragon was so affected by the horrors of the war that even his love for his wife - to whom the poem was dedicated - was thrown into doubt and despair.<br /><br />As for this "holiday feast" , oh I'm used to blue Christmases instead of white ones.<br /><br />@ db : Don't worry about it. <i>I</i> augment my own battered French with wild gesticulations,sign language, and cartoon doodles, when all else fails. But seriously, French is such a beautiful language that you can make love to the sound of someone reading from a Citroen repair manual.<br /><br />And, sorry for my ignorance, but what does "King's to you" mean?rudeboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11729829252617889028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-83161136853727749932011-12-07T15:41:17.991+08:002011-12-07T15:41:17.991+08:00lovely post.. the photos add drama to the words.. ...lovely post.. the photos add drama to the words.. :)Natehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14074923112086969367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-17525551927096731122011-12-07T15:34:11.923+08:002011-12-07T15:34:11.923+08:00Crushing poetry. I could taste the bitterness of s...Crushing poetry. I could taste the bitterness of such love even if I am enjoying the weebits of a recently consumed affair.<br /><br />Will this overshadow the brightness of a holiday feast that has yet to come?Kikshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13822242317478877592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-7254875338720295892011-12-07T10:28:44.836+08:002011-12-07T10:28:44.836+08:00Beautiful Ruddie. Thanks for sharing.
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I would...Beautiful Ruddie. Thanks for sharing. <br />.<br />.<br />I would love to make love to those words but my French is below passable. <br />.<br />.<br />Also, I can't help but notice the pattern to your posts, so...<br />.<br />.<br />King's to you ;DAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com