MaYa, 28-Jan-2004
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Childhood

Mes premiers vers poetiques que j'ai compose dans la langue des poetes,
Je parlais de l'hiver quand j'avais onze ans, il y avait de la neige, rien de vert.
Aujour d'hui j'habite dans le pays du brouillard,
Je parle de neige qui tombait par hazard.
Today's snow has less lustre, almost no shine,
It inspires me not as before, though for seeing snow I feel just fine.
Perhaps the passing of the years has taken its toll on my perceptions,
It is true that highlights of life are different events, different emotions.
How childhood was different, happiness was easier,
We had less to do, less to worry about, less to bear.
Sweet childhood where are you?
With all my heart I long for you, yearn for you.

With help from Sylvie Pernot

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