Blame it on the rain? Or blame it on To The Herbs with my benign hegemon?

Or is autumn just a season that leaves one feeling maudlin and yes, melodramatic?

Est- il cet amour?

Slept on the floor last night, or have I slept at all?

Spent the night listening to a friend who was sobbing away on the phone, miles away. I could not help but wonder. In this city of love and possibilities, why does solitude devour us all?

“Death is better than loneliness” said Edith Piaf.

Who do you call when you need a voice?

“My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away
but every now and then you come to mind.

Butterflies are free to fly and so they fly away
and i´m left to carry on and wonder why
even through it all i´m always on your side

this isn´t how it´s really meant to be..
no..this isn´t how it´s meant to be.

How to pull it close and make it stay?”

In a little while from now,
If I’m not feeling any less sour
I promised myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower,
And climbing to the top,
Will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who
Ever what it’s like when your shattered
Left standing in the lurch, at a church
Where people ‘re saying,
“My God that’s tough, she stood him up!
No point in us remaining.
May as well go home.”
As I did on my own,
Alone again, naturally

To think that only yesterday,
I was cheerful, bright and gay,
Looking forward to, but who wouldn’t do,
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down,
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch,
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt,
All about God and His mercy
For if He really does exist
Why did He desert me
In my hour of need?
I truly am indeed,
Alone again, naturally

It seems to me that
There are more hearts
Broken in the world
That can’t be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?

Now looking back over the years,
And what ever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to have cried the tears
And at sixty-five years old,
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn’t understand, why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart
So badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally

















Hymne a L’ amour —Edith Piaf.

Edith Piaf – Hymne à L’Amour

Le ciel bleu sur nous peut s'effondrer,

Et la terre peut bien s'écrouler,

Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes,

Je me fous du monde entier.

Tant qu' l'amour innondera mes matins,

Tant qu'mon corps frémira sous tes mains,

Peu m'importent les problèmes,

Mon amour, puisque tu m'aimes.

J'irais jusqu'au bout du monde,

Je me ferais teindre en blonde,

Si tu me le demandais.

J'irais décrocher la lune,

J'irais voler la fortune,

Si tu me le demandais.

Je renierais ma patrie,

Je renierais mes amis,

Si tu me le demandais.

On peut bien rire de moi,

Je ferais n'importe quoi,

Si tu me le demandais.

Si un jour, la vie t'arrache à moi,

Si tu meurs, que tu sois loin de moi,

Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes,

Car moi je mourrais aussi.

Nous aurons pour nous l'éternité,

Dans le bleu de toute l'immensité,

Dans le ciel, plus de problème,

Mon amour, crois-tu qu'on s'aime?

Dieu réunit ceux qui s'aiment.





這幾個晚上失眠。。飯也吃不下,咖啡和 kitkat 過一天又一天。。