Amitiés - Clavardages et autres...

[luke]

Cloé,
Si jamais tu diffuses ta photo (l'espoir fait vivre), j'espère pour toi que tu as un grand logement, les demandes d'hébergement risquent d'affluer
A moins que ce ne soit le contraire et que ça fasse fuir tout le monde
Ah là là ! Qu'est-ce que ça peut faire fantasmer internet

[Arnulf]

Je ne crois pas plus que Cloe encore à un moment une photo permet de se voir.

[Gib]

Arnulf, write your preceding sentence in english and I'll translate in french. Because as it stands right now, we can read the words but the meaning is, let's say, foggy.

[pottybob]

I think he meant' i don't for a moment think that Cloé had any intention of posting a photo for us to see'

[Arnulf]

That is no arrogance, referring me as Giant. I took this annex from a poem of my favorit poet, Christian Morgenstern. He wrote a lot of very funny and irreal poems. I'll refer one of them, in spite of the fact, that he was a German, but we are lucky to have Max Knight, a literature scientist in Berkley, who also loved the poems of Cristian Morgenstern and he rearranged some of them very close to the originals in the English laanguage:

Anto-logy

Of yore, on earth was dominant
the biggest mammal: the Gig-ant.

("Gig" is a numeral so vast,
it's been extinct for ages past.)

But off, like smoke that vastness flew.
Time did abound, and numbers too,

until one day a tiny thing,
the Tweleph-ant, was chosen king.

Where is he now? Where is his throne?
In the museum pales his bone.

True, Mother Nature gave with grace
the Eleph-ant us in his place,

but, woe, that shooting anthropoid
called "Man", in quest for tusks destroyed

him ere he could degenerate,
by stages, to an Ten-ant's state.

O noble club, SPCA,
don't let Man wholly take away

the steps of that titanic scale
that leads still farther down the trail.

How greatful will the Ant survive
if left to flourish and to thrive,

until he, in a far-off year,
as Zero-ant will disappear.

[Lucaboo2]

Ok Arnulf... Hands up against the wall, spread legs and let me see how many Joints of Hemp you have in your pocket!

[Arnulf]

You'll find nothing! I'm always taking care of subjects like you.

[Cloé]

hé luke et si j'ai qu'une chambre on fait comment ?

[luke]

Tiens, de retour Cloé ? Tu t'étais assoupie ?
Eh bien, y'en a qui iront dormir dans la baignoire
Ah... t'as qu'une douche... Va falloir trouver un contorsionniste alors
Au fait, t'as pas précisé la taille de la chambre... Si tu arrives à y rentrer un lit king size, je suis sûr qu'il y aura tout plein de volontaires...
Heu... je m'égare un peu, là...

[Cloé]

heu.............luke ?

[luke]

Oui ?

[Gib]

Bon, on sait maintenant qui est le préféré de Cloé! Ok, Luke, je te cède la place. La place dans le dialogue, dans le lit faudra voir avec elle parce que je ne l'ai jamais occupé.

[luke]

Gib,
tu me prêtes beaucoup trop d'honneurs...
Si tu explores un peu le forum à la recherche des messages de Cloé, tu verras qu'elle a plusieurs "préférés" (j'ai failli écrire beaucoup), à qui elle distribue ses bisous selon son humeur.
"Souvent femme varie. Et bien fol qui s'y fie." (citation attribuée à François 1er)
Hou-là ! Je sais pas pourquoi, mais j'ai le sentiment que je vais me mettre à dos toutes les sirènes du lagon

[Lucaboo2]

From the "Rigoletto" Opera by G. Verdi:

"La donna è mobile - qual piuma al vento - muta d'accento - e di pensier... E' sempre misero - chi a lei s'affida - chi le confida - mal cauto il core!"

"Woman rolls - like a feather in the wind - changes her mood - and her thought... Pity the one - who trustes her - who confides in her - oh unsafe heart!"

[pottybob]

I love the translation. I never knew the actual words. the title of the aria in English is ' women are fickle' - nice old word!