Monthly Archives: November 2008

Here’s to you! Dear Aline..

A beautiful song for a beautiful lady..

She
May be the face I can’t forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one’s allowed to see them when they cry
She
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I’ll remember till the day I die

***She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough in ready years
Me
I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is

She
She, oh she***

BON ANNIVERSAIRE!!!!!

WE LOVE YOU!!!!!

Bisous,

J et S.

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後ろ姿

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Les gens s’unissent et se séparent. On doit l’accepter. Sur la grandiose Grande Place à Brugge, je me noyais dans mon deuil. J’ai fermé les yeux et j’essayais écouter le battement du mon coeur. Mon coeur deçu. Tout passe, tout se lasse, tout casse.

“When things break down you just have to feel your way through.”

You wear red, cos that’s your favourite colour and you look alive in red. You gawk at chocolates cos you can’t resist the temptation of your favourite taste in the world. You go for long walks, in a sea of unknown faces. All by yourself, in a foreign city.

One has no choice but to cling on to one’s sanity as people let you down, inevitably. One by one. There are a few things you can count on in life: CHANGE, heartbreaks, DISAPPOINMENT, death. And the waiting is always the hard part.

I folllow my silhouette with a sense of detachment. There, look at her. かわいそうな後ろ姿。。

And just when I thought it couldn’t get any colder, God gave me snow. Yes it snowed yesterday, my first snow in France. I gazed at the snow from your window, snowflakes dancing to the symphony of the wind. A family of four drinking pamplemousse tea with home-baked cookies reciting lines from Cyrano de Bergerac. We laughed as the family’s pet dog with her pink chewy ball pounced on you with glee. I chuckled as I watched you doze off learning kanji. I basked in the warmth of your love and Aline’s cardigan. I am surrounded by beauty. I am in a painting. I am in heaven. Merci beaucoup de m’avoir donné ces bons souvenirs.

We sang on the way home in the car, loudly and gaily, me in english you in french, my favourite Little Mermaid song..

Si l’hommes marche
Si l’homme court

Si’il peut sur terre rêver au grand jour

COMME J’AIMERAIS, SI JE POUVAIS, PARTIR LÀ-BAS
Je donnerais tout ce que j’ai pour partir d’ici
Pour carresser les grains dorés du sable chaud
Les hommes comprennent
J’en suis certaines
Toutes leure filles peuvent rêver sans frayeur
J’en suis certaines
Femmes sirènes, femmes humaines
J’AI FAIT MON CHOIX
Moi je veux savoir, moi je veux pouvoir
Poser des questions et qu’on me réponde
Qu’est-ce que le feu et pourquoi est-ce qu’il quoi déja…. brûle?
UN JOUR VIENDRA JE PARTIRAI JE PARTIRAI SANS AUCUN REGRET…

Vivre sur terre
Loin de la mer
Partir là-bas

La Petite Sirène.

Mon très cher J, j’ai passé du bon temps, de temps inoubliable, à tes côtés. L’électricté statique…nous avons eu de gros fou-rires ce week-end vraiment!!!

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Échec!

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Checkmate.

I lost 3 games in a row. 

In fact I have never won so far. 

I really do not mind losing, I just ask for a chance to stand back on my feet again and please please let me fight.

Give me your strength and your wisdom

and I shall not fear. 

In life you win some you lose some. 

TOUTEFOIS

don’t rob me

of my will to live

my faith in one’s innocence

and 

the privilege to be loved. 

This is an amazing voyage. 

With all my heart I thank YOU.

AMEN.

Not only for me but I pray for your liberation too. That one day you will be set free. You too can fly fly fly away, someday. That you will be forgiven and you will in turn learn to forgive. That you will learn to love again and be surrounded by family and friends who love you. I pray that you will no longer need to lie. And that you will finally lead the life you have always dreamt of. 

….

 

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Merci bien ma belle-Frédérique d´avoir m´enseigné la recette! C´est gentil!

150g beurre (butter)

100g sucre (sugar)

2 jaunes d´oeufs (egg yolks)

200 g de farine (flour)

one third cc levure (baking powder)

100 g (or AS MUCH AS I LIKE) de choc blanc (white chocolate) 

VOILÀ!!!

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Ces ont l´air bons! J´ai hâte de manger!

En fait j’ai déjà mangé tous.

YES I AM LEARNING HOW TO BAKE TOO.

*wink*

Cher J, bon chance pour ton examen du japonais vendredi! Ace it!! Oui tu peux!!

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Let’s stay friends.

Your voice in my head, singing Simon and Garfunkel. 

Old friends,
Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends.
A newspaper blown though the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the old friends.

Old friends,
Winter companions,
The old men
Lost in their overcoats,
Waiting for the sunset.
The sounds of the city,
Sifting through trees,
Settle like dust
On the shoulders
Of the old friends.

Can you imagine us
Years from today,
Sharing a park bench quietly? 
How terribly strange
To be seventy.
Old friends,
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears..

IT IS OVER. 

OVER.

Life moves on. And once again I bury myself in the poems that I love. In words I find my sanctuary. 

MEMORIES BRUSHING THE SAME YEARS.. SILENTLY SHARING THE SAME FEARS…

Je me noye dans le courant. 

“J’AI TROP VU TROP SENTI TROP AIMÉ dans ma vie

Je viens chercher vivant le calme du Léthé

Beaux lieux, soyez pour moi ces bords où l´on oublie

L´oubli seul désormais est ma félicité. ”

–Lamartine.

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