Carrefour Poems - Poems about Carrefour

...I’m watching a journalist from France 2 or 3, I watch Olivier Ménard from the TV l'équipe I spoke to my conscientious mechanic on Thursday, I observe the little baker who thinks alone, I read th......

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...Everybody has experienced a turning point It’s a natural part of life; it’s part of growing up Life is a sleek roller coaster that goes down and up There’s a Carrefour which we must turn to a poin......

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...Our beautiful children are dying In Africa, Europe, the Middle East Asia, the Americas, And in every projects where there is no peace. Our black children are dying For lack of basic necessities ......

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...A slippery stride there always is, Where right and wrong confounding meet; And one for the other you'll mistake, Try hard as you may to be discreet. The former fogged by doubts, You'll be......

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...Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV Part Two II The first signs reek tell-tale Buffer-to-buffer parking lots choc-a-bloc Long insistent hor......

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...Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV Part One I Even the turtle doves secretly in love in the sticky linden wake I......

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...Because the world was young Because I walked the sun I am too run You turned on a I went overboard She had a gently persuasive And I knew Because the world is round It turns on Because s......

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...The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake: Part Thirty-Six Hardly had the CS drawn tight the net round the mosque and lake The red phone on his desk at the Préfecture signalled a break Through at the Orly A......

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...The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Six Soon all the rooms at trysting hotel were for years booked through By pilgrims from Mindanao and Minangkabau to Timbuktu Saudi princes bought the ......

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...I am lost in a tangled wood Reaching for a rope like thread Two fingers balancing One, two, three…. Like ballerina legs Gliding along the tendril floor Inching forward, halted By a knotty car......

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