La mort par les roses,
pensa-t-elle, la mort
par les roses…
*
Par les petites intentions,
par la douceur, par de
toutes simples choses…
*
La mort par les roses,
pensa-t-elle, la mort
par son addictive prose.
This is my participation to Mindlovemisery’s Menagery First Line Friday post.
Cyranny's Cove 
ohhhhhhh, how…pretty? Now, to translate into fractured Suzisms……
La mort par les roses,
pensa-t-elle, la mort
par les roses…
Marty slammed a rose with his seven-iron thus making par for the first time, He just LOVED when he could slam a rosebud into Marty Jr.
Yea…I don’t get it.
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Mouahahahahah thanks for the bit of Suze Translation 🙂 My intentions were a little less violent than Marty’s, but it is interesting nonetheless! I actually was inspired by the line “killing me softly with his song” from the wellknown tune… Getting killed by beautiful things, what a swell death 😛
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I thought I picked up something about washing away simple choices? Killing me Softly is what my dance teacher played during our first pointe lesson. My feet bled. It was une petite morte. But in the good sense.
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Bitter sweet memories, perhaps? 🙂
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