It Always Makes Me Proud

You Are The Equal Of The Idol Who Has Given You Your Inspiration

We Turned At A Dozen Paces, For Love Is A Duel, And Looked At Each Other For The Last Time.

The Air Was Soft, The Stars So Fine, The Promise Of Every Cobbled Alley So Great, That I Thought I Was In A Dream.

Pain Or Love Or Danger Makes You Real Again.

Because I Cannot Write My Native Language And Have No Native Home Anymore, And Am Amazed By That Horrible Homelessness Of All French-canadian S Abroad In America.