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I'm in a poetic mood, so I wanted to share with you one of my fave poems, by Jacques Prévert:On frappeQui est là Personne C'est simplement mon coeur qui bat Qui bat très fort A cause de toi Mais dehors La petite main de bronze sur la porte de bois Ne bouge pas Ne remue pas Ne remue pas seulement le petit bout du doigt....Ok, I try to translate it in English [stuff that I've already done once in my life and it was really hard... I mean, translating from French to English, though it wasn't Prévert, it was just some articles about Orlando Bloom: my Dutch room-mate in London was a BIG OB's fan, she was buying every mag publishing something about him; she was also buying Italian mags that I had to translate to her... and when she knew that I "speak" French it was my doom *lol* ;) ]They're knockingWho is there?NobodyIt's only my heart beating,beating so loudlybecause of youBut outsidethe small bronze hand on the wooden doordoesn't movedoesn't movedoesn't even move the fingertip....Do you like it? ;)