Dieu est un fumeur de gitanes

As long as I can remember, Serge Gainsbourg has always been part of my background. My mum used to listen to him, so did my dad and so did their Friends. As a child, my favorite one was L'amie cahouette, it was fresh and funny. I used do dance with my friends Vincent & Robin.

Then I grew up. Then I discovered his firsts songs from the late 50's and early 60's. Then I had a big crush on Intoxicated Man and its " Je boisA trop forte doseJe voisDes éléphants rosesDes araignées sur le plastronD'mon smokingDes chauves-souris au plafondDu living-Room..."

I sometimes wonder if there has been a genious such as him in the last decade...




There's another song I fancy, more lolita, more lollipop, sixties doowap and strawberry...

A small anxiety cup/ Une petite tasse d'anxiété

I wonder when I will stop to be stucked on my sixties obssession, I hope it won't be too soon!

We differ, blind and seeing, one from another, not in our senses, but in the use we make of them, in the imagination and courage with which we seek wisdom beyond the senses.

Helen Keller

I was born in 1952

My brother used to drive a pink cadillac and I used to listen to this kind of music

barefoot in the park

... Is a lovely play and then a lovely movie staring Jane Fonda and Robert Redford when they were very young and very amaliable. I shall recommend it to you. It dates back the sixties

Her heart did whisper that he had done it for her. But it was a hope shortly checked by other considerations, and she soon felt that even her vanity was insufficient, when required to depend on his affection for her— for a woman who had already refused him— as able to overcome a sentiment so natural as abhorrence against relationship with Wickham. Brother-in-law of Wickham! Every kind of pride must revolt from the connection. He had, to be sure, done much. She was ashamed to think how much. But he had given a reason for his interference, which asked no extraordinary stretch of belief. It was reasonablethat he should feel he had been wrong; he had liberality, and he had the means of exercising it; and though she would not place herself as his principal inducement, she could, perhaps, believe that remaining partiality for her might assist his endeavours in a cause where her peace of mind must be materially concerned. It was painful, exceedingly painful, to know that they were under obligations to a person who could never receive a return.

This is to me something like the best part of the book. Lizzie, in love at least, is in despair. Well, this is no surprising at all, she's almost sure Darcy will never look at her anymore, since of what happened between her sister and The Bad Guy of the plot. However, all good things must come to and end, and they will have their happy ending and live happily ever after. Jane Austen was everything but a scary tragic spinster, don't you think ?

Music of my day

The stereophonics did make a good job covering this song. I'm not sure the first singer was Rod Stewart, but I'm not yet a music anthologist, so, please, do not mind (the gap ;D)

Ahahaha, I'm back listening my old playlist. Let's sing with The Walkers Brothers. There's a cover from Keane, but since I'm not their biggest fan, I'd rather listen to the original song.

Last but not least, All at Sea, Jamie Cullum is the best! Please Michael Bublé leave me alone ( and the rest of the hearing people), go back to Canada, I heard it's lovely in the summer ;)

In the hall he found Mrs. Penniman, fluttered and eager; she appeared to have been hovering there under the irreconcilable promptings of her curiosity and her dignity.

"That was a precious plan of yours!" said Morris, clapping on his hat.

"Is she so hard?" asked Mrs. Penniman.

"She doesn't care a button for me--with her confounded little dry manner."

"Was it very dry?" pursued Mrs. Penniman, with solicitude.

Morris took no notice of her question; he stood musing an instant, with his hat on.

"But why the deuce, then, would she never marry?"

"Yes--why indeed?" sighed Mrs. Penniman. And then, as if from a sense of the inadequacy of this explanation,

"But you will not despair--you will come back?"

"Come back? Damnation!" And Morris Townsend strode out of the house, leaving Mrs. Penniman staring.

Catherine, meanwhile, in the parlour, picking up her morsel of fancy work, had seated herself with it again- -for life, as it were.

That's the point, i like unhappy ending. Especially this one. Excipit of Washington Square, very well written by Henry James. That was years ago of course. It's not like if old things were always better, I'm not a mormon, but there is kind of a mystery thing that relies me to the Past, and to Times I would never live.

Here you will find the book

Here you will find the movie

Is there anybody gone to listen to my story

all about the girl who came to stay?

She's the kind of girl you want so much

it makes you sorry;

Still, you don't regret a single day.

Ah girl! Girl!

She's the kind of girl who puts you down

when friends are there, you feel a fool.

Didididi..

When you say she's looking good

she acts as if it's understood.

She's cool, cool, cool, cool,Girl! Girl!

[Was she]When I think of all the times I've tried to leave her

She will turn to me and start to cry;

And she promises the earth to meand I believe her.

After all this times I don't know why.

Ah, girl! Girl!

She's the kind of girl who puts you down when friends are there,

You feel a fool.

When you say she's looking good, she acts as if it's understood.

She's cool, cool, cool, cool, Girl! Girl!

Was she told when she was young the fame

would lead to pleasure?

Did she understand it when they said

That a man must break his back to earnhis day of leisure?

Will she still believe it when he's dead?

Ah girl! Girl! Girl!

George, Ringo, Paul or maybe John... I have never known who the hell of them is related to what song...

But it's not like if I was to dy of influenza if ever I'm wrong, so let's play it like the fool I am and let's quote them all.

If we are only friends
Why do you kiss me like you do?
If we are only friends
Why do you hold me all night through?

Do the words "I love you"
Never come to your mind
Don't you know I love you?
Or is love really blind?

And every time we dance
When there is starlight up above
I wonder if by chance
You will discover this is love

Could we be as happy
As we both seem to be?
Could we be so happy
For the whole world to see if we are only friends?

All evening in your arms you hold me
'Til suddenly it's time to part
I wonder why you always hold me
So close to your heart

If we are only friends
Why don't you dance with someone new
And when the party ends
Why do I always leave with you

There's a happy ending
But on you that depends
And until you tell me
I can only say

We're just very good friends
We are only good friends
We're still very good friends.

Life seems but a succession of busy nothings

"I shall soon be rested," said Fanny; "to sit in the shade on a fine day, and look upon verdure, is the most perfect refreshment"

Pictures of my Day #1

Pit van Meffe @ Flickr

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"Quand je repense à mes souvenirs, je revois la maison où j'ai grandi"

It always sounds like holidays when it's in Italian

I'm afraid I forgot to tell you something

I don't do mornings

Summer Day

Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?

William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

"Poor Frederick!" said he at last. "Now he must begin all over again with somebody else. I think we must get him to Bath. Sophy must write, and beg him to come to Bath. Here are pretty girls enough, I am sure. It would be of no use to go to Uppercross again, for that other Miss Musgrove, I find, is bespoke by her cousin, the young parson. Do not you think, Miss Elliot, we had better try to get him to Bath?"

Chapter 18, Persuasion, Jane Austen

SPLENDOR of ended day, floating and filling me!

Hour prophetic—hour resuming the past!

Inflating my throat—you, divine average!

You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing.

Song at Sunset, Walt Whitman

I just feel like a child again, going to school, learning poems, making gift for people I like.

Sun is shining, No wind today.

I came back from London one year ago.

There's nothing else to say.

I'll be mute fore the day

let's start with something