une chanson retrouvée

On s'est connus, on s'est reconnus,
On s'est perdus de vue, on s'est r'perdus d'vue
On s'est retrouvés, on s'est réchauffés,
Puis on s'est séparés

Chacun pour soi est reparti
Dans l'tourbillon de la vie

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NHwiFTPomx0

been listening to it non stop since my sis sent me the link, had forgotten all about it !
here's an excerpt from the current story I'm working on for class called "Jigme and Biparna". it's not coming along so well, but oh actually writing (even fiction) is so fun! i need to stop taking econ classes ha.

"It reminded him of the fireflies he sometimes saw in the garden at night. For years, he had been struck by how temptingly they twinkled, how they beckoned as if little lights, showing the road to a shining divine. But how does one follow a firefly trail? What hidden path could he discover in their whimsical flights? These were all questions a kid could not answer, but a lack of elucidation did not diminish the wonder and conviction of Some Truly Amazing Place. Recently, he found that Biparna’s face incited the same childhood excitement, a similar promise of golden, but the way to that was no longer just an intangible, vague possibility; it was grounded in flesh and realized in blood. He just had to follow her voice, follow the adrenaline, follow her."

yes, i have an obsession with fireflies, lights and magic. also i think i have a somewhat "old" style of writing -- i feel like im trying to imitate george eliot, actually! which is so odd! for poetry my style is so much more contemporary, why do i become an old woman in a rocking chair by the fireplace when i write fiction about children's romances? hmmm.