What if happiness was the sum of the best memories?
“With flying colors”. It’s a new idiom for me. We say “Avec brio” (with brio), or “haut la main” (up the hand). I love your “handsomely”, too.
I once more propose this :
“To overcome one’s talents. My skills unplease me. My easy bores me. My difficult drives me”.
It’s not “my easiness”, but “mon facile” (my easy), grammatically incorrect but everybody here will understand what he means, right?
Escape into work works. For some. It doesn’t for me.
Sometimes we remember things we’ve never seen. Because we remember what we’ve been told. An image has been formed.
I remember the image of a firework, from a beach in the Pacific ocean, linked to sadness, choices and blocking feelings with logic. Just one picture of flowers in the night sky… and tears.
When you are too much for somebody. Even for a spouse…
I heard a U2 bad song, but they recover it with a splendid strange break. It could be an article (“What do you do with a bad song?”), but I forgot the song, so…
When you make a choice, you live your choice and you think the other one.
Can we lose our colors? Why? How?
Sometimes people change, and they just lose themselves.
There’s a big storm coming tomorrow in France. Name’s Carmen.
Thus I found this translation of Ze song from Bizet’s opera Carmen, “l’amour est un enfant de Bohême” :
At the end of this year I have 174 real followers. Hello everybody! One day I reached 30 readers and someone told me “Hey, that’s a class!”. Today it’s a little more… I would like to thank everyone, and especially those who like or comment my little tools here. Thank you! Merci !
Have a nice last day of 2017!