FLO TALKS 

Why people can't be themselves?

Imparate come chiedere per il nome e come dare la risposta

Il corso di serbo-croata

Come ti chiami - in serbo-croata

Change is an inevitable part of life, but knowing that doesn’t mean dealing with change is easy. In this episode, I will give you some ways to accept and cope which can make these transitions smoother and less troubling.

Matcha & Meditation

Changes

My Rich dad, on the other hand, recommended that I think like a Texan. "I like Texas and Texans, "he used to say. "In Texas, everything is bigger. When Texas win, they win big. And when they lose, it's spectacular."

-Rich Dad Poor dad

BUSINESS TALK: "MOST PEOPLE PLAY IT TOO SAFE."

宮城県はどこ？どんなとこ？ 東京からどれくらい？

Japanese "Taka" it easy

仙台ってどこ？

Victor Hugo - Demain, dès l'aube
 
Our first poem is from the French poet Victor Hugo, one of the best-known French writers. Demain, dès l'aube which means "Tomorrow, at Dawn," is a short and poignant poem about his visit to his daughter’s grave.
The poem was first released in 1856 in Hugo’s collection called Les Contemplations.

Demain, dès l'aube
Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends.
J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.
Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,
Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,
Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,
Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.
Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe,
Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,
Et quand j’arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe
Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.
Tomorrow, at Dawn
 
Tomorrow, at dawn, at the hour when the countryside whitens,
I will depart. You see, I know you wait for me.
I will go through the forest and over the mountains.
I cannot stay far from you any longer.
 
I will trudge on, my eyes fixed on my thoughts,
Ignoring everything around me, without hearing a sound,
Alone, unknown, back stooped, hands crossed,
Saddened, and the day will be like night for me.
 
I will neither see the golden glow of the falling evening,
Nor the sails going down to Harfleur in the distance,
And when I arrive, I will place on your tomb
A bouquet of green holly and flowering heather.




French Treasures

Victor Hugo - Demain, dès l'aube. the most poignant French poem

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All about Russian language 🌟

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The second story written by Artificial Intelligence. This one is very scary! be warned!