Fermé dans des formes circulaires,
aller dans les deux sens du la zone crépusculaire
a appelé la conscience,
je se tiennent et perçoivent,
seulement et avec beaucoup et le même temps.

I'm trying this little session of frech translating my own poems, tell me if u like them:

Béni être nuit votre,
béni être l'air froid dans des poumons votre,
brillant parmi tient le premier rôle peut vos yeux,
brûlant lumineux,
percer le voile de la douleur.

Luca.

Voilà mon premier post en fancese !

I'm have a strange feeling since no one talks back to me: either franch peeps dont know english or they activelly hate english speaking mates like me.... 8(

PS: I've read the comment on my first blog page and I thank all that greeted me!!! tnx guyz and god save the France!

That's a really simple intro. I'm new to this site and I'm really curios about the reaction of the french people regarding an english speaking blogger....

In the mean time I will let you with a piece of poetry that I really like a lot.

How do you know she is a unicorn? Molly demanded.
And why were you afraid to let her touch you? I saw you.
You were afraid of her.
I doubt that I will feel like talking for very long, the cat
replied without rancor.
I would not waste time in foolishness if I were you. As to your
first question, no cat out of its first fur can ever be deceived by
appearances.
Unlike human beings, who enjoy them.
As for your second question -- Here he faltered, and suddenly became
very interested in washing;
nor would he speak until he had licked himself fluffy and then
licked himself smooth again.
Even then he would not look at Molly, but examined his claws.
If she had touched me, he said very softly, I would have been
hers and not my own, not ever again.

-- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn