perdu

I had dinner yesterday with a Frenchman and barely could find my words in French. Tired and without practice. Used to be so proud of my French

J'ai perdu jusqu'à la fierté
Qui faisait croire à mon génie
and now I blog

Pro veritas -rover baron's roveries

Treasure trove of raving Rove's e-mails and a letter over overt operative. Proverbial treason trove. It drove Rove under cover. Later when he sobered the grave Rove found his groove and tried to prove these were overtures -provertures - to the press with nothing rovealed.
Far over rove

watching the cuban bolero dancers

-Vazusi
-vazui
This was a line in a classic novel. The dialogue of two boys, watching hora dancers and trying to look under the girls' skirts.
When I was twelve this exchange seemed to me true, daring and erotic, almost pornographic.
Two, three years later I saw a documentary on Carnival in Cuba. The sweaty dancers seemd to me the most beautiful women on earth.
Now at Lincoln Plaza only the music still transports me.