Le monde d'après moi...
9.4.20
brise péremptoire
ce vent
qui veut
jouer
le caïd
qui
écrase
détruit
dérange
ennuie
ce vent
qui rend
fou
que cette
canaille
s'en aille
et zou
qui veut
jouer
le caïd
qui
écrase
détruit
dérange
ennuie
ce vent
qui rend
fou
que cette
canaille
s'en aille
et zou
8.4.20
Un grand artiste n'est plus...RIP John Prine
"That's How Every Empire Falls"
He caught a train from Alexandria, just a broken man in flight
Runnin' scared with his devils, sayin' prayers all through the night
But mercy can't find him, not in the shadows where he calls
Forsaking all his better angels, that's how every empire falls
The bells ring out on Sunday morning like echoes from another time
All our innocence and yearning and sense of wonder left behind
Oh gentle hearts remember, What was that story? Is it lost?
For when religion loses vision, that's how every empire falls
He toasts his wife and all his family, the providence he brought to bear
They raise their glasses in his honor although this union they don't share
A man who lives among them was still a stranger to them all
For when the heart is never open, that's how every empire falls
Padlock the door and board the windows, put the people in the street
"It's just my job," he says, "I'm sorry," and draws a check, goes home to eat
At night he tells his woman, "I know I hide behind the laws"
She says, "You're only taking orders", that's how every empire falls
A bitter wind blows through the country, a hard rain falls on the sea
If terror comes without a warning, there must be something we don't see
What fire begets this fire, like torches thrown into the straw?
If no one asks, then no one answers, that's how every empire falls
Runnin' scared with his devils, sayin' prayers all through the night
But mercy can't find him, not in the shadows where he calls
Forsaking all his better angels, that's how every empire falls
The bells ring out on Sunday morning like echoes from another time
All our innocence and yearning and sense of wonder left behind
Oh gentle hearts remember, What was that story? Is it lost?
For when religion loses vision, that's how every empire falls
He toasts his wife and all his family, the providence he brought to bear
They raise their glasses in his honor although this union they don't share
A man who lives among them was still a stranger to them all
For when the heart is never open, that's how every empire falls
Padlock the door and board the windows, put the people in the street
"It's just my job," he says, "I'm sorry," and draws a check, goes home to eat
At night he tells his woman, "I know I hide behind the laws"
She says, "You're only taking orders", that's how every empire falls
A bitter wind blows through the country, a hard rain falls on the sea
If terror comes without a warning, there must be something we don't see
What fire begets this fire, like torches thrown into the straw?
If no one asks, then no one answers, that's how every empire falls
Writer(s): R. B. Morris
7.4.20
l'anniversaire de mariage de mes regrettés parents
quand je contemple le destin,
je reste un peu mystifiée
si deux personnes spécifiques
ne s'étaient pas fait l'amour,
je n'existerais pas
je reste un peu mystifiée
si deux personnes spécifiques
ne s'étaient pas fait l'amour,
je n'existerais pas
6.4.20
deux mots de la non-chouchoutte
pas trop à dire
je reste
silencieuse
et inaperçue
dans mon
couin-couin
couin-couin
couin-couin-couin !
je reste
silencieuse
et inaperçue
dans mon
couin-couin
couin-couin
couin-couin-couin !
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