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28 janvier 2007

About looms...

-         Look, Darling, look at the clear bulb of the clear lamp! 

-         On a clear  mat, linen woven?

-         Yes, honey, ‘t was woven  on a wooden loom by a poor girl so pale and fair indeed! Once she went astray. As a genuine though whore, with her fist on her hips and yelling insults and obscenities with a coarse voice.

-         But, never mind, you know, light’s enough to see and memories are over.

-         Then she drank draught beer but they did smite her.

-         What a pity!

-         Being rude, she smiled, never, never  she did let her tears flow.

-         Keep on being proud, wasn’t she?

-         Indeed, but  she felt as a wild cat.

-         Did she killed that woman who slandered her? 

-         Well, she bumped her face and twisted her breasts, and knocked her eyes and tore her left ear, pulling out her nose and singing a song while she trod her knees!

-         Did she wore big shoes?

-         Stiletto heels, you know?

-         But she looked so pale and fair!

-         Who knows what stand inside of the matters if facts?

-         Nobody, I declare…

-         Yes they did smite her, she shouted “I don’t care” meaning “I don’t cry”!

-         Who bought the wooden loom?

-         A sailor, I presume…

-         All’s well that’s ends well…

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