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French Lesson #1


J’ai la gueule de bois.
Literal translation: I have a wooden head.
What it means: I have a hangover.

Other uses of “gueule”:

Gueuler To shout 
La gueule – Face, mug, mouth
Ta gueule! Shut up!
Tomber dans la gueule du loup  To fall into someone’s trap
Ça a de la gueule  It looks good, impressive
Belle gueule  Raw masculine beauty

*French translation help from Joachim.

1. Are her lips like the hot chocolate your mother made
During the winter months when you were seven?
Or have you not tasted her well enough to find the fine granules of cocoa that lightly come with each kiss?

2. Do you know her favorite songs?
Not when she is happy, but when she is sad.
What music reaches inside her ribcage and softly consoles her heart?

3. When she is sad, are you on the phone or are you at her door?
Words do not wipe away tears, fingers do.

4. Do you know all the things that keep her up at night?
Do you know why she has gone three days without sleep?
Do you know of the insurmountable waves of sadness that wash over her like a tsunami?

5. Do you know the things to say that will calm her heartbeat? The places to touch? The places to love?

6. Everytime you see her do you kiss her like it’s the last time but love her like it’s the first?

7. Do you love her?

8. Do you love her?

"Things I Want To Ask Your Boyfriend" - Nishat Ahmed (via coincidental-fate)

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A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
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