today in French Litterature we analised a sonet that stuck in my mind..
it was written by Pierre de Ronsard in 1500 or something like that and the title is "Je n'ai plus que les os.."
my gosh.. it's a creepy poem.. it talks about death and corpes and stuff like that, at the end the author who's ill and is about to die, says goodbye to all his friends.
the transaltion of the lines i published is
Goodbye dear fellows! Goodbye, my dear friends!
I'll go first to set the place for you.
as the teacher read it i almost cried, i thought about my grandpa. i miss him so much :******
i'm crying again :(