Kaks uut prantsuse laulu, mille üleeile leidsin, kui oma lemmiku Emily Loizeau laule otsisin.
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Kalju Kruusa luulekogust "Treffamisi"
Need on ka päris toredad.
Lisaks sellele tahaksin välja tuua blogi köök on kodusõda,
sest pole kunagi varem näinud, et keegi hallitusest nii toredalt kirjutaks :)
Ja selline koht nagu sulev meedia on Eesti ajalehepealkirjadest väga toredaid leida leidnud.
Spring is done by setting light upon you. You step out of doors & find the air somehow full, or dense. Air particles no longer contain the kind of vacuum like in winter;
what the air is full of we don't know, let's call it light. Or maybe this way: the light is all of a sudden packed with air. Anyway, you are besieged by the so-called airlight, like the Turks on Vienna. You go out of doors, and there you run into a four-year-old girl who waves to you with her pink glove shouting joyfully: "Uncle, you've got a beard, haven't you!"
It is as simple as that.
what the air is full of we don't know, let's call it light. Or maybe this way: the light is all of a sudden packed with air. Anyway, you are besieged by the so-called airlight, like the Turks on Vienna. You go out of doors, and there you run into a four-year-old girl who waves to you with her pink glove shouting joyfully: "Uncle, you've got a beard, haven't you!"
It is as simple as that.
Kalju Kruusa luulekogust "Treffamisi"
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