Thursday, June 19, 2008

Adieu tristesse
Bonjour tristesse
Tu es inscrite dans les lignes du plafond
Tu es inscrite dans les yeux que j'aime
Tu n'es pas tout a fait la misère
Car les lèvres les plus pauvres te dénoncent
Par un sourire
Bonjour tristesse
Amour des corps aimables
Puissance de l'amour
Dont l'amabilité surgit
Comme un monstre sans corps
Téte désappointée
Tristesse beau visage.


- P. ÉLUARD
La vie immédiate

3 Comments:

Blogger Dip Narayan said...

I completely agree with whatever you said.

Also, very nicely written! :)

2:27 PM  
Blogger Mitul said...

Aah, the delicate cadence of the French vocabulary! Thanks, friend, for bringing back all those memories of Parisian evenings— strolls by the Seine, poisson fries at the Mopassant cafe, and those endless discussions at our studio beside Hotel De Ville. SIGH...

5:51 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Blog more often, M.
Your blog reminds me of a smoke-filled dark bar which wld have Ray Charles playing and the dull odour of urine emanating from the loo mixed with the usual smells of cigarettes and alcohol.
And it's not pink, it's sepia.

3:51 PM  

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