Là où je suis née
Il n'y a pas de gare
Il n'y a pas de route
Même pas de trottoir
Là où je suis née
Il n'y a pas de phare
Il n'y a pas de train
Loin dans le brouillard
Oh je lis dans vos yeux
Que je ne peux pas compter sur vous
Mais j'y retournerai
J'irai seule c'est ma vie après tout
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Là où je suis née
Il n'y a pas de gare
J'y vais en secret
Rien que de mémoire
Il y a des odeurs de lessive
De fleurs et c'est si doux
Il y a des cabanes dans les arbres
Et de l'amour surtout
Là où je suis née
Il n'y a pas de guerre
Et les hommes sont de toutes les couleurs
Oh je lis dans vos yeux
Que je ne peux pas compter sur vous
Mais j'y retournerai
J'ai oublié le chemin c'est tout
Such a beautifully sad poem simon. But I fear I will respond inappropriately to its message, as it just made me feel excited that I will be in France within not much more than two months!
ReplyDeleteActually on a slightly more serious note. I did a French literature paper in my misspent youth. I still remember the day the lecturer started off saying "Demain, des l'aube..." by Victor Hugo. The way she delivered it was just spellbinding. I still love to say that poem, and I think I say it with very similar rhythms to the ones she brought to it. Seldom has anything in education made such an impact on me.
ReplyDelete:o)
ReplyDeleteFrom that I understand that there isn't a railway station where she was born.
ReplyDeleteWhat happened to Ordinary Life?
ReplyDeleteI can't access - I need my fix!
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TCA:- I have withdrawn it for the moment. a new chapter soon!
ReplyDeleteBTW Susie said you can have one of the photos.
Simon
You are trying to make us all cry Simon?
ReplyDeleteOh how I wish I spoke french!!!
ReplyDeleteits a very beautiful language
ReplyDeleteSimon: I have just come over from halmom's blog. You will be joining our gang very soon and one of the 'banned ones'!
ReplyDeleteI'm not a poetry fan actually. I like some of the so called classic poets but struggle with the new fangled non-rhyming sorts. I'm just a bit of a philistine really.
Lorenzo.
I thought you'd be drowning by now with this many people crying their eyes out! Although, Lorenzo might slap you back into a happy chappie ... ;)
ReplyDeleteThat's with TWO beers at the same time! Hhehheeee
ReplyDeletesimon is the most sensible of 'the gang' and would never be seen dead at the banners' blog! He has been well innoculated in a previous part of life I am sure.
ReplyDeleteNow I feel like an insensitive sheila! It's a beautiful wistful song, but it didn't make me cry.
ReplyDeleteAnon! yes you are right ( as usual!!) there is a long story about two beers at once..and it all started in Spain
ReplyDeleteKiwi:- the most sensible??? the most sensible??? GAWD !! I have NEVER been called that before... you have given me a HUGE grin!!
More sensible than me anyway simon.... I go there and read it and get cross over it. If I never went there in the first place, life would be much more peaceful!
ReplyDeleteyes I agree 100%
ReplyDeleteMerisi.. it not make you cry? Oh thats ok! poems and music are a lot of things for a lot of people!
ReplyDeleteCamille certainly sings it with intensisty but that is how she is...
Simon, I spy a White-faced Heron stalking your blog from the sidebar! ;)
ReplyDeleteoh yes and I did a post which I will upload....sadly the photos do not have the same quality as yours
ReplyDeletecan you tell me anything about Lane Cove National Park? is it actually in the city? have you ever been there?
ReplyDeletenancygetsyourmail@yahoo.com
lane cove national park is situated North of the city and west of Chatswood. Yes I have been there. It is very popular for local residents, picnicers, bike riders, joggers.
ReplyDeleteUn rêve splendide
ReplyDeletethanks lin!
ReplyDeletethanks
ReplyDeletei am looking into the possibility of staying there on a visit.