Mirko and I hung out today. I love living downtown because I can just be like "I'm gonna stop at Juna's and have a coffee and hang out with good friends, and I don't have to tell anyone. It seems reccently like my parents are taking over my life. It has always seemed like I spend a lot of time with my family, but recently, it's almost been that I haven't been able to have my own life.
I started out this b blog with the title. I neve plan out what I am going to write, so today, I'll just follow the title.
Time, hmm. Today, for French class we had to read Le Ble en Herbe. It was a great poem.
Here is the English translation.
The Mirabeau Bridge
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
And our loves
Must I remember thema
Joy always followed after pain
Let the night fall and the hours ring
The days go away, I remain
Hand in hand let us stay face to face
while underneath
the bridge of our arms passes
the so-slow wave of eternal looks
Let the night fall and the hours ring
The days go away, I remain
Love goes away like this flowing water
Love goes away
How slow life is
How violent hope is
Let the night fall and the hours ring
The days go away, I remain
The days pass and the weeks pass
Neither past time
Nor past loves return
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
This is a rather literal translation. I like it. Fuck rhymes.
I think that it is a great poem, though it sounds better in french.
Anyway, how does it relate to time: I think that it is saying that time is...
I forgot what it was that I had thought out about it, but it had to do with time. Draw your own conclusions
So as time moves on, what will happen to humans? Will we reach a point when we have used up all our smartness, discovered all that is possible? Is that possible?
I think I have used up my blogness for now, but I'll be back.
I think I love all you guys.
-Sasha
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