to tell you the truth,
i am not that french,
i am not that mixed or blinded with the french,
and I am not willing to fight for their
flag or for the British
against the NAZI zest or the hell who they are, were and will be...
cause, , , ,
C'EST UNE HISTOIRE QUE J'Y EN NE CROIS PAS....
my french is just
for the wine,
les fleurs,
les cadeaux,
le Mediteranian,
le chamo,
les escargos.
le sable et le desert,
les filles qui parle la langue,
Charles Aznavour,
les etiquettes, .....
Et c'est la fin de leur histoire
avec la mienne.
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