Le vert pour l'espoir

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Leonard Cohen - A Thousand Kisses Deep www.youtube.com/watch?v=46cSksKVzzs "A Thousand Kisses Deep" The ponies run, the girls are young, The odds are there to beat. You win a while, and then it’s done – Your little winning streak. And summoned now to deal With your invincible defeat, You live your life as if it’s real, A Thousand Kisses Deep. I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed, I’m back on Boogie Street. You lose your grip, and then you slip Into the Masterpiece. And maybe I had miles to drive, And promises to keep: You ditch it all to stay alive, A Thousand Kisses Deep. And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather up our hearts and go, A Thousand Kisses Deep. Confined to sex, we pressed against The limits of the sea: I saw there were no oceans left For scavengers like me. I made it to the forward deck. I blessed our remnant fleet – And then consented to be wrecked, A Thousand Kisses Deep. I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed, I’m back on Boogie Street. I guess they won’t exchange the gifts That you were meant to keep. And quiet is the thought of you, The file on you complete, Except what we forgot to do, A Thousand Kisses Deep. And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather up our hearts and go, A Thousand Kisses Deep. The ponies run, the girls are young, The odds are there to beat . . .

A partir d'une toile de Kitamarinka http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6YGBlEsFyI http://www.paroles-musique.com/clip-Charles_Aznavour-Si_Je_Navais_Plus-video,c27935 Si Je N'avais Plus x2 Plus qu'une heure à vivre Une heure et pas plus Je voudrais la vivre Au creux de ton lit Car j'aurais ma mie Ma peur à combattre Penché sur ta vie Pour l'entendre battre Je pourrais garder Au fond de mon cœur Sous la terre froide Un peu de chaleur Que j'emporterais Si Je N'avais Plus x2 Plus qu'une heure à vivre Une heure et pas plus Je voudrais la vivre A l'aube d'un jour Sur un lit d'amour Pour n'avoir à dire Que des mots d'amour Pour te voir sourire Et ne plus penser x2 Qu'un autre après moi Te verras sourire Qu'un autre après moi Pourra t'enlacer Et dans un baiser x2 Le corps apaisé Le cœur allégé D'un million de doutes Mon dernier sommeil M'ouvrira la route Qui mène au soleil Charles Aznavour

To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveler returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action.

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Annotée la nouvelle version sur les conseils d'Alain S STAY, O sweet, and do not rise! The light that shines comes from thine eyes; The day breaks not: it is my heart, Because that you and I must part. Stay! or else my joys will die, And perish in their infancy. ’Tis true, ’tis day: what though it be? O, wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise because ’tis light? Did we lie down because ’twas night? Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither, Should in despite of light keep us together. Light hath no tongue, but is all eye. If it could speak as well as spy, This were the worst that it could say: That, being well, I fain would stay, And that I lov’d my heart and honour so, That I would not from him, that had them, go. Must business thee from hence remove? Oh, that’s the worse disease of love! The poor, the fool, the false, love can Admit, but not the busied man. He, which hath business, and makes love, doth do Such wrong, as when a married man doth woo. John Donne