Humpty of Dumpty was an aristocratConstantly caressing a wicked catOne day in an utter state of tranceHe decided to jump on a train to France
Muere lentamente quien no viaja,quien no lee,quien no oye música,quien no encuentra gracia en sí mismo.
Muere lentamentequien destruye su amor própio,quien no se deja ayudar.
Every time E’s on a plane, E contemplates. Sometimes E also writes. E is quite stable, and predictable. Ironically, as much as E is exponentially increasing in knowledge, culture, experience, and even positive feelings, E hates infinity and unlimited territories.
Au litQuand je te fais l’amourTes gémissements douxTes soupirs saccadésÇa me rend fou
Tu me regardesLes étoiles dans tes yeuxFilent entre nousTu me sourisTu jouesTu hoches…
When we’re stuck on a plane for hours, we end up writing silly songs, then smiling, making fun of ourselves, and still post them!
Pourquoi maintenantDans un avionDans les nuagesSur les nuagesTu viens me voirSur un petitUn tout petitTout p’tit nuage
It’s ironic how much I’m able to maintain this journal between planes and trains.
It’s ironic how many times I’m going to be flying to a city that I like so little. It’s ironic how the one person who has the power to make those trips so pleasant may have no clue and it’s…
