Sure, so long as I am able for the most part to decipher it, you can ask me whatever you like. However, I'm passing over your post, whatever expression it may offer to me in French. See what I wrote about that in my last set of replies please. I won't be answering them anymore.

No of course your English isn't too bad for my sense of good taste as you say. In fact, I find it delightfully full of succinct and unexpected word play. I enjoy reading your messages. The chair is still open, and I see by the message on Yahoo, that you have indeed scored a victory over your machine and whatever problems it was trying to give you.

Your dream is very interesting, given my state of mind lately. I would like to elaborate on it with you, even if you can recall only wisps of it, like the soft tendrils of some lover's hair against the bareness of your chest. I think there is a deeper meaning to be had in your vision, so do remind me of it when we speak, not if, for I'm sure we will, soon. I look forward to that and to your clarification on what you understood my messages to say to you.

So what made you choose to come over to the new house when you said you wouldn't. See? I said there to someone else that I'd heard it before, leaving, leaving, and then it isn't anything more than idle talk when all is said and done. Don't get me wrong, NSSO, I'm pleased to have you here, I'm just nodding I guess, to myself about the facts proving out yet again. So what provocative matters do you have to discuss with me, what things have you to draw out of me given that I am trusting you to have read over my last few posts, and understand at least partially my thinking of late. I wonder what affect it will have on the inquisitions.

I think I would look hideous in a paramedic's uniform, or really, in any sort of uniform. Not my style darling. Anyhow, I wanted to say thank you for the poem. Forgive me if in all my posts, with the considerable attention and time I take to each one, if I get a bit distracted or confused. You will still love me if I am looking like a dazed and amused devil, won't you? Oh yes, and too, that -was- the story book lover that I was referring to. You know, the one with the green eyes and all of that? Tsk, silly girl. Behave. I'm glad you're getting rest these nights. Just think, sooner or later you'll be able to be out driving, which I've always found to be a different kind of dreaming and escape.

PS: No I haven't seen that movie, and I don't know just what has happened to Quinn around here. I wish I could tell you more, but I can't.

Such things you wish for. Wouldn't it be nice then, if I could pull you into my arms and draw your lips close to the pale hollow of my neck and invite or insist that you do just that?

Be careful what your heart desires.

[inserts standard "no whining about overlooked posts" clause here]

The reason I didn't respond to you was because as I said somewhere in my answers, I'm not going to acknowledge French posting anymore even if it is only in little teases as you come to know the language (good for you by the way) I haven't the time nor the inclination to do so, and while I'm answering everyone else in English it "throws me off" so to speak, and so no, I'm not going to bother.

And as I've said before, I may not answer each word that is left here, English or otherwise. I get mad that people assume they've offended me, or they make a scene out of it. Maybe I just overlooked it, or had bigger things to say elsewhere. Don't take it personally. Enjoy the things I do say.

No, I can't say that I've ever "regretted immortality," though it's ironic, or frighteningly accurate I'd say, that you speak of Nicolas and then pose that question. Why if you'd only been in chat last night you could have been treated to a sudden, rare (thankfully) display of my proneness to tears and pain when I think of him. Fortunately, it was short lived, though living it still, even for moments is both tender and searing.

To note: Brahms: (Adagio) from Violin and Piano Sonata No. 3 in D Minor - for just a taste of what it was like to listen, or to accompany him in the dim streets of Paris.

Regret immortality Cherie, non. There are time, as I suppose every soul knows from time to time, when I would give it all up in an instant just to live a few nights over again, not to change anything, but just to remember and to feel all of it again.

What a nostalgic dreamer I am, do you think, but, if only I can paint it for you, and make you see it, if only you could feel it as I have... you would understand. I don't wish it for you though, to know all of what I've felt and seen. If you did, you would go blind from the pain of loving and living, and longing or regret so deep you cannot fathom. There are high times, certainly. I have reached pinnacles I could never have imagined, and beyond. I've loved and been loved by so many, all of you included. Life has cast some beautiful gems along my shore to be sure, and I stop to examine each one, so rare and wonderful, and then I sit them along a little shelf to look at once in a while when I need reminders of their simple and sincere meaning and place.

Ah listen to me, now it is I who is going off on some soft tirade of my own. -smiles- Forgive me Dark, but I only want to say all these things, and they come out of their own volition. So long as you (or anyone reading this is) not bored, I'll keep sharing.