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Agnes B
A long awaited tribute to Godard and to cinema's one of a kind,
Anna Karina.
If you haven't already noticed
I'm a big fan of Godard...and all those nouvelle vaguers
When I lived in Paris, I watched films nearly everyday
sometimes 3 a day.
As a result, the only French I learned was from cinema
While I could repeat Karina's existential jargon in french
...and wear red stocking with a trench
I could barely ask for directions on the street
but I guess it was alright that way.
I didn't mind being an outsider, nor an american tourist
I had cinema,
and that's all I really needed to enjoy Paris.
