Maaaarrceeeeeeeeeelle! :D

Clooozzz tou yoooouuuuuuuu :D

Lalala.... Près de toi... La chanson préférée de Marge! Kitsh à souhait! J'adoooore :D

Que sera?

This pleasure is all mine!!!!!!!

It's tricky when
You feel someone
Has done something
On your behalf

It's slippery when
Your sense of justice
Murmurs underneath
And is asking you:

How am I going to make it right?

With a palm full of stars
I throw them like dice
Repeatedly
I shake them like dice
And throw them on the table
Repeatedly
Repeatedly
Until the desired constellation appears
And I ask myself:

How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
And you hear
How am I going to make it right?


C'est difficile quand
Tu sens que quelqu'un
A fait quelque chose
En ton nom

C'est délicat quand
Ton sens de la justice
Murmure, tapi...

Et te demande
Comment vais-je bien faire ?

La paume de la main pleine d'étoiles
Que je jette comme des dés
Constamment
Sur la table...
Constamment
Que je secoue comme des dés
Et que je jette sur la table...
Maintes et maintes fois
Jusqu'à ce qu'apparaisse la constellation désirée
Et je me demande

Comment vais-je bien faire ?
(et tu entends : comment vais-je bien faire ? )
Comment vais-je bien faire ?

La vérité sort de la bouche des enfants

Les PDG, politiciens et magnats du G8 se sont pris une claque magistrale lors d'un discours de l'ONU tenu par une petite canadienne de 12-13 ans. Un seul mot:Magistral.

Une minute pour déconner

I'll find my way back to you

If you wait for me then I'll come for you
Although I've traveled far
I always hold a place for you in my heart
If you think of me, If you miss me once in awhile
Then I'll return to you
I'll return and fill that space in your heart
Remembering
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way back to you
If you'll be waiting
If you dream of me like I dream of you
In a place that's warm and dark
In a place where I can feel the beating of your heart

Remembering
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way back to you
If you'll be waiting
I've longed for you and I have desired
To see your face your smile
To be with you wherever you are

Remembering
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way back to you
If you'll be waiting
I've longed for you and I have desired
To see your face, your smile
To be with you wherever you are

Remembering
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way back to you
Please say you'll be waiting

Together again
It would feel so good to be
In your arms
Where all my journeys end
If you can make a promise If it's one that you can keep, I vow to come for you
If you wait for me and say you'll hold
A place for me in your heart.

the answer is blowin'in the wind

How many roads must a man walk down
Before they call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove save
Before she can sleep in the sand?
How many times must a cannon-ball fly
Before they're forever banned?

The answer my friend
Is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

How many years must a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
How many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free
How many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?

The answer my friend
Is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

How many times can a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
And how many years must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
How many deaths will it take 'til he knows
That too many people have died?

The answer my friend
Is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

The answer my friend
Is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

Je vous veux voutch! :)

le sourire caché de la lune

:) :) :)

Il faut être un peu fou

Il faut peut-être être un peu fou pour passer une heure à essayer de se rendre la plus attirante possible, courir après le temps, rater un concert avec ses amis, traverser la ville en fête en vélo en tentant de trouver une gare de vélib, arriver en nage dans sa tenue à la con, 2 minutes en avance ( "la ponctualité est la politesse des rois") et sourire bêtement à l'homme qui s'avance et qui me plante une bise sur chaque joue "en tout bien tout honneur".

Bien vite, on rentre dans une salle un peu étouffante, où bien sûr il n'y a plus de sièges pour deux. Après avoir bu une bière au bar, il s'installe à une place éloignée, seul. Et je suis là, mi-femme mi-bovidé, à écouter ces chansons qui ne me parlent pas alors qu'un peu plus loin quelqu'un profite du concert de kusturica avec la place que je lui ai revendue.

A courir après les hommes, à me cachetonner pour oublier que j'y arrive pas, pour oublier les heures de solitude, mon boulot, mes choix, mes peurs et mes emmerdes....

Et je suis là assise par terre contre le bar, seule comme toujours, j'ai envie de partir et de franchir cette porte qui me tente et m'attire depuis cinq bonnes minutes. Mais il faut être fou pour rester là à sourire parce qu'il est là, qu'il est dans la salle et qu'il m'a gentiment invitée.

Une irrépressible envie de sourire. Tous ces efforts pour peut-être cinq phrases échangées. La reine des connes vous salue bien. Elle sait bien que malheureusement cette raison qui protège de tous les maux ne pèse pas bien lourd face au chagrin, à l'absence et au manque. Et que le chagrin est un mauvais amant, qu'il vous étouffe et vous mouille les yeux, vous empêche de rire et vous pourrit la vie.

Alors vite on se dépêche d'enfiler les journées les unes après les autres, pour essayer de mettre la douleur en mode accéléré. On se dit, c'est trop bête, je vais tenir, je l'appelle pas. On se sent minable. Et on finit par rappeler. Lassie est un chien fidèle qui donne la patte, fait le beau, monte la garde, est prêt à pisser sur la voisine si on le lui demande.

Il faut être un peu fou pour y croire à nouveau à chaque fois, ne rien dire et ne pas fuir.

Mesdames et messieurs, le ridicule ne tuant pas, je m'en vais de ce pas échapper à la mort !

If i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history
would you go along with someone like me

i did before and had my share
it didn't lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn't matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' 'bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you

usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no one will surprise me unless you do

i can tell there's something goin' on
hours seems to disappear
everyone is leaving i'm still with you

it doesn't matter what we do
where we are going too
we can stick around and see this night through

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' 'bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' 'bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you
talking only me and you

talking only me and you
talking only me and you

Qu'est-ce que tu fais pour les vacances?

I once had no fears
none at all
and then when I had some
to my surprise I grew to like both
scared or brave or without them
the thrill of fear
thought I'd never admit it
the thrill of fear
wow greatly enjoyed with courage

when I once was untouchable
innocence roared
still amazes
when I once was innocent
it's still here
but in different places

neurosis only attaches itself to
fertile ground where it can flourish
the thrill of fear
thought I'd never admit it
the thrill of fear
now greatly enjoyed with courage

when I once was fearless
innocence roared
still amazes
untouchable innocence
it's still here
but in different places

fear is a powerful drug
overcome it and you think that you can do anything!

should I save myself for later
or generously give?
fear of loosing energy is draining
it locks up your chest
shuts down the heart
miserly and stingy

let's open up: share!

when I once was fearless
innocence roared
still amazes
untouchable innocence
it's still here
but in different places

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Il fut un temps où je n'avais aucune craintes
vraiment aucune
Et puis j'ai commencé à en avoir
A ma surprise, j'ai commencé à apprécier les deux
Peureuse ou courageuse, ou aucun des deux
L'excitation de la peur
Je pensais ne jamais l'avouer
l'excitation de la peur
désormais grandement appreciée avec courage

Il fut un temps où j'étais
intouchable
l'innocence rugissait
toujours stupéfiante
Lorsque j'étais innocente
c'est toujours là
mais à différents endroits

La névrose se fixe
aux terrains fertiles où elle peut pousser
L'excitation de la peur
Je pensais ne jamais l'avouer
l'excitation de la peur
désormais grandement appreciée avec courage

Il fut un temps où je n'avais aucune crainte
l'innocence rugissait
toujours stupéfiante
innocence intouchable
c'est toujours là
mais à différents endroits

La peur est une drogue puissante
dépasse la et tu pourrais tout faire

Devrais-je me preserver pour plus tard
ou donner généreusement?
La crainte de perdre de l'énergie asséche
ça te bloque la respiration
ferme ton coeur
Misérable, radin

Ouvre toi : partage!

Freckles in your eyes

I am thinking it's a sign
that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
and I have to speculate that God himself did
make us into corresponding shapes likepuzzle pieces from the clayand
true,
it may seem like a stretch,
but its thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you're away when I am missing you to death
when you are out there on the road
forseveral weeks of shows and when you scan the radio,
I hope this song will guide you home
they will see us waving from such greatheights,
"come down now," they'll say
but everything looks perfect from far away,
"come down now," but we'll stay...
I tried my best to leave this all on your machine
but the persistent beat it sounded thin upon listening
and that frankly will not fly.
you will hearthe shrillest highs and lowest lows with
the windows down when this is guiding you home
they will see us waving from such greatheights,
"come down now,"
they'll say
but everything looks perfect from far away,
"come down now," but we'll stay...

Voilà une petite galerie de photos... Je me suis rendue compte que je n'en avais mises pratiquement aucune. Le mal est réparé! Ou pas...:p

Alcool, vous avez dit alcool?

Ce soir c'est fête , fête, fête! Et vive les accords de la CCMA! On va donc fêter le bien triste départ des époux Riou et Gyomard qui vont s'envoler vers la Réunion... Et un joyeux anniversaire à la mère Maryse! Un joyeux anniversaire marinette! Ce sera l'occasion d'évacuer les problèmes: la violence du boulot, mes conflits avec la reine-mère, et tout le reste...

Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang
Sail to me
Sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you

Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks,
For you sing, 'Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow:
O my heart, O my heart shies from the sorrow'

I am puzzled as the newborn child
I am troubled at the tide:
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Should I lie with Death my bride?
Hear me sing, 'Swim to me, Swim to me, Let me enfold you:
Here I am, Here I am, Waiting to hold you'

Je te vois et te verrai partout

Pourquoi mon coeur bat-il si vite?
Qu'ai-je donc en moi qui s'agite dont je me sens épouvantée?
Ne frappe-ton pas à ma porte pourquoi ma lampe à demi-morte m'éblouit-elle de clarté?
Dieu puissant, ton coeur qui sonne
Qui vient? qui m'appelle? personne.
Je suis seule c'est l'heure qui sonne. (Musset)





I'll be seeing you

In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day and through
In that small cafe

The park across the way
The children's carrousel
The chestnut trees
The wishing well


I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way


I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you


I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way


I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you

I've got Sinatra under my skin!

Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
'Cause that's the night that my sweetie and I
Used to dance cheek to cheek
I don't mind Sunday night at all
'Cause that's the night friends come to call
And Monday to Friday go fast
And another week is past

But Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week

mmmm... Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week
I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek
Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week

Until I hear you at the door
Until you're in my arms once more
Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week