le spleen

Il pleure dans mon coeur, comme il pleut sur la ville

Quelle est cette langueur, qui pénètre mon coeur?

Ô bruit doux de la pluie, par terre et sur les toits

Pour un coeur qui s’ennuie, Ô le chant de la pluie!

Il pleure sans raison, dans ce coeur qui s’écoeure

Quoi! nulle trahison? Ce deuil est sans raison.

C’est bien la pire peine de ne savoir pourquoi

sans amour et sans haine, mon coeur a tant de peine.

—Paul Verlaine.

DANCE! Dance my blues away.

SING! SING OUT PROUD!!!!

I am singing aloud(I AM SCREAMIN’) this very moment in Keiko’s room to DEAR WOMAN!!

“WELCOME YOOKOSOOO NIHON E ~~~KIMIGA IMA KOKONI IRU KOTO

TOBIKIRI NO UNMEI NI~~KOKORO KARA ARIGATOOOOOOO~~~~”

(while Keiko is attempting to sew hahahaha well I shouldn’t be laughing at her cos she cooked me very yummy wonton soup tonight!!!　ちょうおいしかったわ！！ ありがとう！！)

TRISTESSE! NO you can never drown me again.

You can’t get me down.

Jamais.

Cos I know how to fix myself now.

LIBERATION

This is the beauty of adulthood.

乗り越えられるはず！

ALLEZ COURAGE!!!!

 

 

PS. Amilus drew this portrait of me in Annecy..merci beaucoup, tu es geniale!!

 

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

。。。

日々旅にして、旅を住処とす

〜松尾芭蕉

La vie est belle

quand nous nous promenons

To be blessed with someone to walk this journey with

what more can one ask for?

Don’t you just love LYON?

ユーキ、Amilus et Keiko

応援してくれてありがとう！

今夜の親子丼大成功ではないですけど、とっても楽しかったわ！！

一緒に食事することができて、幸せだ。

本当に。

Bref, je suis très heureuse.

Thank you so much for teaching me how to cook–

I never imagined that I would be able to survive at all in the kitchen.

Fire, knives, pots and pans–

–I’ve conquered them all!!

Ça suffit! Bon, tu es prêt à essayer un plat japonais ce samedi, mon cheri?

À la bouffe!!!!!!

薔薇 バラ

Since Sunday, the rose has wilted and the bud has bloomed beautifully, but alas, it too will suffer the fate of all pretty things…

…il se fanera.

Pourtant, je m´en fou, desormais, je vais voir la vie tout en rose!

Merci mon trésor.

I walked into a garden of love:

took time to smell the roses, géraniums, verveine, menthe, flowers with names I don’t know,

danced,

watched the dog run frenzily after a deflated ball,

laughed,

sat on the swing and sang,

” Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars…

(Oh stop..fast forward.. cos i prefer the second verse..here we go again…:)

Fill my heart with song and let me sing forever more

you are all I long for all I worship and adore

in other words, please be true

in other words, I LOVE YOU. “

Ta mère, who has the most beautiful smile and a most generous heart, she said,” This is an Indian-summer.” I love her grace and elegance..

Ton père, who reminds me of an ancient Romain-scholar, with the sharpest wit and a noble air, he bows mockingly as we sang him praises. I cling onto his every word..

Ta soeur, OH MY GOD. She is endearingly terrified of flying, loves children, and plays the guitar earnestly to the tune of Cranberries Ode to My Family~~one of my many favourites!!! Elle est mignonne!!

QUELLE BELLE FAMILLE..

One of the loveliest weekend I have spent in my LIFE.

Grâce à toi.

bonheur passager.

ヒトトキな幸せ　ずっと心で守るわ　一時なのに。

沈黙のわたしが溢れる愛を抑えきれない。

誕生の素敵願い事が叶えられたでしょう。

ありがとう　そんな恵みを受けた。

。。。

リヨンにいるのは既に一ヶ月だ。

不思議だよね。

目に映るものはみんな美しかった。

そんなに輝いている日々を過ごすことができるのは思わなかったわ。。

やっと分かった、これは運命だ。

。。。

週末はフランスの友達のために、日本料理三昧でいい身分だった！土曜日のすき焼きパーテイーと日曜日のカレー夕食。。すごく楽しかった。みんな仲良くしてていいなあ。。

今夜、ケバブを食べにいた。帰り道、夜空の下で、歩いて笑ってうるさかった私たち五人。大阪弁、東京弁、フランス弁の真似をして、みんな笑い崩れた。

ふとした縁で、私たちに出会えた。これから何にが起こるか誰にも想像できないだろう。

ユーキ、恵子、マサ、ナナミ、Amilus,

信じ続けてください、耐え忍んでね、それぞれの夢に辿り着くはず！

C´est juste, Lyon est  trop petite pour moi mais étonnamment, de plus en plus, Lyon me donne un sentiment de paix, surtout quand je me promène le long de la rive, je vois la rangée d´arbres, le vent souffle..je me sens calme, mise à part le bruit et la pollution.

Je peux profiter de cette espace libre et enfin je peux respirer!

“O temps, suspends ton vol!
Laissez-nous savourer les rapides délices
des plus beaux de nos jours…”

—Lamartine.

Ce poème décrit mes sentiments exactement.

Oh LIFE !! My heart is singing to a different beat.

I woke up with a smile on my face beaming from ear to ear.

A chance to go to school

a chance to love and be loved

´tis my time to dance!

Mon trésor,

Can you hear me crying your name too???????

I am the happiest gal in town.

Qu’est-ce que tu attends?

Excusez-moi Monsieur, what are you waiting for?

You sat there, pensive, lost in your thoughts of a mysterious life, a forgotten world where traces of past lives lingered. Private memories now buried in darkness~echoes of ghostly joys, sorrows and love.

J told me, “from time to time, from place to place, men have been waiting..”

I am waiting for a sign, that life is more than just waiting.

To fly,

away from mundane grievances and trivial tears, where I can be whoever I want to be. When alone, I’m in my real element. I sob, I sing, I soar… I reach deep within my soul.

L´automne, ma saison préféré..and Autumn in Lyon is breathtakingly beautiful.

I long to go to the park again, to lie down in the roseraie and bask in the warmth of the sunshine, to row the boat to the middle of the lake while listening to your dreams and desires, to take long walks in Vieux Lyon et la Croix Rousse, take-out lunch à la Place Antonin Poncet and sit on the grass where I will desperately attempt to finish my quiche, to spend a whole afternoon in Black Lion where one’s lips kissed the most delicious cup of café, to devour once again the chocolate cake that almost brought tears to my eyes one lovely night at Les Enfants Terribles à la rue Mercière.

Life’s simple pleasures.

I felt the rain on my face. I grinned. Cos this is as good as it gets.

My hands are freezing. Thank you for holding and keeping them warm.

Breathe, and life is worth living.

We are all waiting.

あいしてるわ　なんてうつくしいじんせいだろう！！

あいしてる〜〜