mjj (flemmings) wrote,

Why have I no Hasui rain icons?

It pleuts on the routes like it pleuts in my heart...

Rainy Sunday, grey-skied and cool, like cottage Sundays in childhood doing jigsaw puzzles of Utrillo Paris cityscapes, grey-skied and greasy (and unfindable online, where all the Utrillos look remarkably bright and cheerful. Maybe it wasn't Utrillo after all?)

Muggy weather Pratchett is Reaper Man, that I finished in a day, pretty much. If it would unmug for a minute I might get on with Flora Segunda and her non-Chinese-opera General of a Mama.

Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville ;
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénètre mon coeur ?

Ô bruit doux de la pluie
Par terre et sur les toits !
Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie,
Ô le chant de la pluie !

Il pleure sans raison
Dans ce coeur qui s'écoeure.
Quoi ! nulle trahison ?...
Ce deuil est sans raison.

C'est bien la pire peine
De ne savoir pourquoi
Sans amour et sans haine
Mon coeur a tant de peine !
Tags: art, place, pratchett, rl, verse

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