The Language of Love

Ahh, French. The most romantic language, non? If you’re not whisking your sweetheart to Paris for the most romantic Valentine’s Day ever, then use these French terms of endearment for your chérie for a petite taste of France. Oui, oui!

1. “mon chou”

mon chou

translation: “my cabbage”

A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet. A cabbage is kind of like a rose, right? Sulfuric smell and all?

 2. “mon trognon”

mon trognon

translation: “my core”

Oh bitter, poisonous inedible bits of a wonderful fruit. To toss in the garbage heap or compost pile?

 

3. “ma puce”

ma puce

translation: “my flea”

Your love. The light of your life. Your little bloodsucking pest. The itch you can’t ignore.

4. “ma crotte”

ma crotte

translation: “my turd”

Your rich, decadent, piece of …chocolate truffle. Yes, let’s just pretend it’s a chocolate truffle.

 

As you’ve come to learn, the French really have a way with words. Whisper these sweet nothings in your lover’s ear and get ready to feel the Parisian romance!

 

source: high school French class avec Mme Cohen, and About.com
illustrations by me

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smile!

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“smile!”

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enlightenment

fluorite

motives unveiled
emotions unmasked
subtext surfaced
doublespeak divided

translucence
made
transparent

 

 

Fluorite (dodecahedral faces) – Dal’negorsk, Primorskiy Kray, Russia
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in search of lost time

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time

that oil slick of infinite possibility
which held no shape
but spread out
and spread out
before us

has settled
and dried

is putty no more.

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the time we spent together
gone
the time to spend together
not to be

sending me
in search
of lost time

yet the stoic mass
still glints and glitters
shimmers as it did
in an endless remembrance
of things past.

Proustite – Schlema, Saxony, Germany
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hardened

frozen ocean

the oceans froze,
turned to stone.

let nothing in,
let nothing free.

we never thought

the majestic sea

that roiled and flowed
that hurled itself
upon the shore
rushing
to meet our feet
sometimes so eager
to greet us
it would swallow
us whole

could cease to be.

we chipped away pieces,
to keep in our pockets.

little bits of memories.

 

Barite – Teresita Mine, Atamaria, Sierra Minera de Cartagena-La Union, Cartagena, Murcia, Spain
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