Sunday, 31 May 2009

Water music impressionist...

La mer brille comme une coquille
On a envie de la pêcher
La mer est verte
La mer est grise
Elle est d'azur
Elle est d'argent et de dentelle


Paul Fort

Monday, 25 May 2009

Your tiny spark...

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Then the traveller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
As your bright and tiny spark,
Lights the traveller in the dark,—
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!


Jane Taylor (The Star) 1806, Rhymes for the Nursery...

Thursday, 21 May 2009

Beatrice, she got a phonograph...

Beatrice, she got a phonograph
and it won't say a lonesome word
Beatrice, she got a phonograph
and it won't say a lonesome word
What evil have I done
what evil has the poor girl heard
Beatrice I love my phonograph
but you have broke my windin chain
Beatrice I love my phonogra-ooo
honey you have broke my windin chain
And you've taken my lovin
and give it to your other man
Now we played it on the sofa now
we played it side the wall
My needles have got rusty babe
they will not play at all
Now we played it on the sofa
we played it side the wall
My needles have got rusty
and it will not play at all
Beatrice I go crazy
baby I will lose my mind
And I go crazeeeee
honey I will lose my mind
Why dont-ya bring your clothes back home
and try me one more time
She got a phonograph
and it won't say a lonesome word
She got a phonograph
ooo-won't say a lonesome word
What evil have I done
or what evil have the poor girl heard...


Robert Johnson... Phonograph Blues...

Sunday, 17 May 2009

Ma pensée douce comme la bruine...

Je mettrai des jacinthes blanches
à ma fenêtre, dans l'eau claire
qui paraitra bleue dans le verre.

Je mettrai sur ta gorge blanche
et luisante comme un caillou
du ruisseau...

(...)

La plus douce de mes caresse...


Francis Jammes...

Friday, 15 May 2009

En pays connu...

Faut-il peindre ce qu'il y a sur un visage ?
Ce qu'il y a dans un visage ?
Ou ce qui se cache derrière un visage ?


Pablo Picasso...

Wednesday, 13 May 2009

Comme l'hiver on pense au soleil...

Quand je suis triste, je pense à vous, comme l'hiver on pense au soleil, et quand je suis gai, je pense à vous, comme en plein soleil on pense à l'ombre.

Victor Hugo, Extrait de J. Huas, Juliette Drouet. Le bel amour de Victor Hugo...

Sunday, 10 May 2009

Voir un ami pleurer...

...Et les peuplades sans musique
Bien sûr tout ce manque de tendres
Il n`y a plus d`Amérique
Bien sûr l`argent n`a pas d`odeur
Mais pas d`odeur me monte au nez
Bien sûr on marche sur les fleurs
Mais voir un ami pleurer!

Bien sûr il y a nos défaites
Et puis la mort qui est tout au bout
Nos corps inclinent déjà la tête
Étonnés d`être encore debout...


Jacques Brel, Voir un ami pleurer...