another new beginning.

And spent a day au très très romantique Parc de la Tête d’Or.

Do not fear.
New friendships, new attachments, new thoughts.
The promise of dawn
awaits.

Bonjour Lyon.

Haiku français which I learnt in class today. A beautiful rendition of autumn’s melancholy by Paul Verlaine.
“Les sanglots longs
des violons
de l’automne
Blessent mon coeur
d’une langueur
Monotone
Tout suffocant
et blême, quand
sonne l’heure
Je me souviens
des jours anciens
et je pleure
Et je m’en vais
au vent mauvais
qui m’emporte
deça, delà
pareil à la
feuille morte.”
My year in Lyon begins. Autumn 2008. And so I say, Hello [...]

stop talking to me. i am reading Voltaire.

At fitful moments in our pain-racked life
the hand of pleasure wipes away our tears
but pleasure passes like a fleeting shade
and leaves a legacy of pain and loss
the past for us is but a fond regret
the present grim, unless the future’s clear
If thought must end in darkness of the tomb
all will be well one day—–so runs [...]

Wait and hope. Someday u will wake up.