They are days when you just weak-up in the morning without anything special to do. You make yourself a cup of tea. Mild black tea, sugar and milk. You listen to the music. Music is great. You're still looking after your daily best song ever.

At one point, your deezer smart radio is gonna broadcast The End. You didn't knew that when you woke up. At that time, the only sound was made by your roomate's heels on the woodfloor. But don't worry, you're kind of delighted. It was the song you had in mind.

Maybe Deezer is a new god. He just knows what you need, and furthermore, he knows when you need it.

How strange life is.

It's six past eleven. you're still wearing your pyj trousers and the plain white T.shirt you wore yesterday.
It's now turn to Jefferson Airplanes! Oh What a fine day will it be!

Fighting away the tears

She was 17. There was a party somewhere above the hills of the part of countryside she grew in. She wanted to go, but wasn't sure.
17 , according to her mum, was an age of wonder.
her friend Bea was to be at the party. So she went to for she was sure not to be alone.

the party started. Girls were wearring vintage dresses and hairband. Young People like to have fun.

A few monthes later she went to the university and she left the countryside. She forgot the party, seh forgot the grass, she forgot the bad champagne she drank.

She was in town now. She was 18. Foolish things of the past had no more interrest for her.

One night, she was leaving a town party she had been invited to. She was in the stairs, bethanking the host and she saw him coming into the house. It was Lindbergh. he came from the countryside too but was one year older than her.

" Hey, you're from ***, he said.
- Yes
- Where are you going to.
-back home; it's late
- You don't leave there anylonger, do you ?
- No, I leave in town. My Aunt has a small town on the upper side of the river. It's far, I don't want to miss the bus.
- forget about the bus. i have a vespa ( and turning to his mate). Lend me your hat, I shall be back soon."

She didn't understand why he talked to her. They had been attending the same church, the same high school for years without a single word. And he picked her out. She had no will of being his girl of the night. But Lindbergh was one of the only " not-foolish-things" of her past. She agreed. 10 minutes after she was at the corner of her street ( she asked him not to let her in front of the home)

" How often do you come back home ?
- i don't know, twice a month usually.
- Are you going back this week end ?
- No, the one after
- Ok. My car will be fixed, I'll bring you back. Be ready on Friday night.
- i'm not sure it's a good idea
- Why ? You don't want to spare money ?
- No... It's just that. What will people say, at home ?
- Nothing. there will be nothing to say... What do you you study?
- French and Art.
- Sounds good. Are you often in the Blackmoor library ?
- No, i go to St John.
- God, you're in this freak place ? Are you a mormon ?
- My parents send me there. i'm thinking of changing next year. But they wanted me to go to St John one year at least...
- Ok, Do you know Peacock? It's in your freak neighbourhood.
- yes, I've been there before.
- Great. Then I meet you there, monday. When do you finish class
- At 4.
- We'll talk about that... Don't worry, I go church every time I back home. I have no intention to kill you"

And he vanished. And she walked on the way that brought her by home. Her Aunt was watching TV.

"Did you had a good evening honey ?
- yes, I met some fellow from ***. It was nice.
- Boy ?
- yes, he attends our church
- how many church do you have in *** ?
- One."

She slept well.

"Come what may", he whispered. Whisperring was his signature, he barely talked in his everyday life. She was used to his fantaisy.

She remembered him shouting once, he thought she had fall in the stairs of they rented holyday home in Greece. He told her he had been afraid as ever, and never start again.

He always behave in an gentlemanlike way. he was there for her when she needs support, more than a part-time friend and more than a part-time lover.

His hair were quite long, but not too long, dark and shinny, like perfect guys on the hairdresser's shop-windows. His mouth was incredibily light rose, that was the things she loved the more. Her eyes where plain, but it wasn't a big deal. Plain eyes can express a lot of different things.

His hands were always holding her hands. That was the best thing. She wasn't sure he was the one, but at that precise time, he was the one she wanted to be with. Nothing elses mattered.

When they met, it was a monday and she was listening to an old Madonna song. She always remembered the song she was listening to when something relevant happened in her life. The song was Ray of Light, one of her favorite.

He was her former roomate pal. the both of them were talking about somethings she didn't catch a word, and she asked for tea. He was american and not a tea drinker. She thought he was strange, and then they started talking. And then he invited her to the cinema because he hat free tickets for a festival. And then they went to a café in the towncenter, and then theyr started seeing each other regularly and then they kissed in front of the townhall.

As for now, they still weren't at the " All the good things must come to an end" part of the story, but they had time.

"Come what may" " Carpe Diem"

She put her head on his shoulders and remembered him shouting. She was fine. He was not to leave her like a jerk. he was his Mister Right.

I've been back may times in my life.
being back is not easy, at least for me.
There are so many things I miss from the past. It's always the same old thing, I miss the songs we sing.
What if I was not there, just for fun, i could vanish and fly to the moon.
But then I will have to come back once more.

Teuffelkreis

- Have you ever been to Bath before ?
- I muss confess, it's my first time
- There is nothing to be ashamed of. There is always a first time. I'm sure you will enjoy the delight of the season.
- I hope so. I'm very looking forward to be delighted by everything. i've been longing to go to Bath for years, but my dad was not very kind of leaving our house. Without Lizzie and my brother in law, I don't think I would ever have come.
- Oh really. Don't you think your husband would have bring you there... Well, of course when you will be married. Do you... dou you... you wish to get married, one day ?"

Kitty was all astonishement. Mr. Grant, whom she had met only a few weeks before, was almost proposing in the middle of the pump room, while Lizzy was taken appart by an old friend of Mr. Darcy. She didn't know whaat to do, and how to act in such a situation. yet, Mr Grant was young, taller than her and had a very nice carnation. He was nice, always had something to say to her when they met in Herbforshire. But he had never clearly be flirting or courting he before. She had seen nothing in him but a lover. And now, in Bath, after only a few days... was he jealous of Mr. Osbourn?

She was desperatly looking for an answer when he said : " I'm sorry Miss Kitty, I'm afraid I've gone a little too far. Let's agree on the fact that it is commonly thought that every single girl in age to get married want to get married."

She was relieved, and smiled at him while Lizzy was comming back to her.

"Kitty, i'm afraid I have to go back to Laura's Place now, Mr. Darcy is to come back from his day out fishing. Are you coming back with me ? If ever you want to stay a little, with Mr Grant and his sister, you are totally free. Mama won't blame me for keeping you locked in your room. I'm sure that Mr. Grant won't be against taking you home later. I will make tea, we will have a lovely time and then get ready for the theater ?"


SOMETIMES I PLAY. AND WHEN I PLAY, I WRITE A SEQUEL TO PRIDE AND PREJUDICE. IT'S ALL ABOUT KITTY. SHE'S AN INTERESTING GIRL.

Please don't get me wrong
See I forgive you with a song
We'll call the Likely Lads
But if it's left to you
I know exactly what you'd do
With all the dreams we had
Cause blood runs thicker, oh
We're thick as thieves, you know
If it's important to you
It's important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't wanna know
You don't want to know!
If you pipe all summer long
Then get forgiven in a song
Well that's a touch, my lad
They sold the rights to all the wrongs
And when they knew you'd give me songs
Welcome back, I sang
But blood runs thicker, oh
We're thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
It's important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't wanna know
You don't want to know
Oh what became of the Likely Lads?
What became of the dreams we had?
Oh what became of forever?
Oh what became of forever, though?
But, we'll never know
Please don't get me wrongS
ee I forgive you in a song
We call the Likely Lads
We all bought the ones
We taught 'em all we wrote the songs
That's filled with dreams we have
But blood runs thicker, oh
We're thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
It's important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't wanna know
You don't want to know!
Oh what became of the Likely Lads?
What became of the dreams we had?
Oh what became of forever?
Oh what became of forever?
We'll never know!
But blood runs thicker oh we're as thick as theives you know
if that's important to youyes it's important to me
I tried to make you see
but you don't want to know.
Oh what became of the Likely Lads?
What became of the dreams we had?
Oh what became of forever?
Oh what became of forever?
We'll never know!
The ideal girl in London from France
Came over and left me, she left me entranced
Now I have to get by once again on my own
Nothing but memories
So I remember your eyes
their unique shade of brown
while these blue eyes of mine they stay closed
I kissed you goodbye on the end 109
choked as I watched the bus go
Choking in smoke in to your angelic soul
Choking and smoking myself in to a hole
Where the only way out is to sleep and to dream
And to cry out your name

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

Dolly Dimple @ Flickr

BostonBill @Flickr

"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