High Hopes and French Pop

I am in love. I am in love with French Pop music. Ah! It is so good and pure and wonderful. Although I only took 2 years of French, whenever I hear the gorgeous voices of wonderful artists like Louane, Stacy Kent, Zaz, or Ingrid St-Pierre my heart flutters and flits off to hope land where it drinks the nectar of fun and decides to visit again sometimes soon. Sometime life can feel very heavy and yucky like a pit of poo. But with French Pop music, the pit turns into a wonderful bath of lovely gooey chocolate. I am in a metaphor mood right now. I have learned that I tend to go up and down and up and down quite dramatically in my thoughts and feelings. French Pop stabilizes me at a calm place where everything slows down a bit and the smells and tastes are heightened and I remember that this too shall pass so I shall make the most of it, and wait until the storm leaves my head.

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