The woman with two husbands and the man with two

[Meno_]

Supertyphoon ompomg is approaching the Phillippines tomorrow

..a case of battening down the hatches?

Stay safe Meno.

Thanks, MagsJ, its is supposed to hit tonight.

[Meno_]

perd ses plumes perd ses larmes

Comme un coeur se vide de larmes
L'arrosoir a perdu ses plumes

Éventail au soleil fané

Loterie des mois des années
Dans l'allée le sable s'enroue
Où mon chagrin fera la roue

Jardin faut-il que tu t'en ailles
Et l'été de cet éventail
Secondé par mon petit doigt
Qui chatouille un bouton de rose
Effronté sans pourtant qu'il ose
Trop presser son éclosion

Après s'être bien amusée
La rose rentre en son cocon
La rose revêt sa chemise
Et tout est à recommencer

Et les outils dans la remise
Ensemble-jardin se lamentent
L'arrosoir voudrait sur l'amante
Verser des larmes mais la bêche
N'a pas retrouvé cette espiègle
Qui se cache sous l'herbe sèche

by Raymond Radiguet

Will translate

[Meno_]

Garden must leave
Summer of this fan
Second by my little finger
Who tickles a rosebud
Cheeky without daring
Too much pressure
After having fun
The rose returns to its cocoon
Rose puts on her shirt
And everything is to start again
And the tools in the shed
Lament garden set
Watering can be on the lover
Pouring tears but spades
I did not find this malice
Who is hiding under the dry grass
by Raymond Radiguet


I found this nice poem while waiting for a flight. Avoided typhoon it will hit elsewhere.

[Meno_]

https://youtu.be/V5leCi87AEQ


https://youtu.be/0o94dJr2SrI

[Meno_]

The third man:

What I like about this woman
Her gambles always
Loose, loose loose
That to absolute near
Levels.

Like she bet a lot on her trio to Britain
And practically handed over all gained

Expecting they be thiefs2

And she says, well

Well well well, at least its good karma

And then a feeling to put
all of the measly few
Left after the ' The Loss'

A feeling the gamble will pay big
( and it would have )
REAFFIRMS my case for the benifits of loss.


But that is not all not by a long shot, oh no indeed,



The gambled paid off big time
It won an everlasting soul, the devils bet ,
Confiscated, contained, and captired time, in a bottle .

The tree in the secret garden still

Time and heart stoppingn sacrificial nullifying tree, the echoes of everlasting whispering

There then at a time of lostness
that only the truly mystified can conjure up.



That preceded by a whole summer there nothing but read
Magic Mountain.

Oh, Hans, how futile and beautiful languid the super natural be, can anyone stop it ,
so as to fix it,
for ever?

She can and did

Instill it, and the second man has gone to Alaska, fish for Salmon, is he still alive , the third man his father
either, doesen't seem to know.




Postscript: " I accept lostness for ever"
Jack Kerouac