A Street Poet In Vienna

So, I would like to make a deal with you. I mean, instead of just asking you for money, I will ask you for a word. Yeah, You give me a word, I take the word, and then, and then I will write a poem, with the word inside. And if you like it, I mean, if you like my poem, and you feel it adds something to your life in any way, then you can pay me whatever you feel like. I will write in English, of course.


Daydream delusion
Limousine eyelash
Oh baby with you pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm a delusion angel
I'm a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Lodged in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I carry you
You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?

taken from the movie, the guy Ethan Hawke in it

The Woman of Mystery

There was this couple who decided to go to Paris for weeks. The woman was trying to learn French by listening to French language tutorial on a tape, translated in English, hence the accent is all French.

Où est la station de métro la plus proche?
Where is the nearest subway station?

Ou est-ce que je peux acheter un billet?
Where can I buy a ticket?

The man just got home from the diner to buy something for breakfast that morning. He was sitting there, next to the woman.

“Hey! Listen to how good I’ve gotten”, the woman said.

Pouvez-vous me donner un plan de, s’il vous plaít?
Could I have a map of the subway, please?

She pushed the stop button and went,

“Could I have a map of the subway, please?” (with French accent, just like the speaker said)

“Impressive”, the man said.

“Right? I’m practically fluent. Ooh, thank you for the coffee and croissant.”

“De rien.”

The woman was like, silent for a second, don’t know how to response.

“You’re welcome.”, the man said.

“…… Ahaha. Duh.”

“I thought our stomachs should start adjusting to french cuisine, so I got croissants and café au lait.”, the man said.

“I thought café au lait was spanish.”, the woman said.

“No, it’s french for 'coffee and milk'. Lait is milk.”

“Really? I thought it was ‘Café, Olé’, like, ‘Coffee! All right!”, she raised her thumbs up while saying ‘All right!’.

“…………… You’re kidding. You’re not kidding. You are. You’re kidding. I can’t tell whether you’re kidding.”

“I’m a woman of mystery.”

from the scene of most popular american tv series