« I am beautiful, O mortals! Like a dream of stone, And my breast, where each one has been bruised in turn, Is made to inspire in the poet a love Eternal and mute like matter.
I sit enthroned in the azure like a misunderstood sphinx; I unite a heart of snow with the whiteness of swans; I hate the movement that displaces lines, And I never cry and I never laugh.
Poets, before my grand attitudes, Which I seem to borrow from the proudest monuments, Will consume their days in austere studies;
For I have, to fascinate these docile lovers, Pure mirrors that make all things more beautiful: My eyes, my wide eyes with eternal clarity! » (Charles Baudelaire)
« We are so insignificant, And my friend the rose Told me so this morning. At dawn I was born, Baptized with dew. I blossomed, Happy and in love, In the rays of the sun. I closed myself off at night, Woke up old. Yet I was very beautiful, Yes, I was the most beautiful Of the flowers in your garden. We are so insignificant, And my friend the rose Told me so this morning. See the God who made me Made me bow my head, And I feel I’m falling, And I feel I’m falling, My heart is almost naked, I have one foot in the grave. Already I am no more. You only admired me yesterday And I I would be dust Forever tomorrow. We are so insignificant, And my friend the rose Died this morning. The moon last night Woke my friend awake. In a dream, I saw, Dazzling and naked, Her soul dancing, Far beyond the clouds And smiling at me. He who can believe, believes, I need hope Otherwise I am nothing. We are so insignificant, And my friend the rose Told me this morning. See the God who made me Made me bow my head, And I feel I’m falling, And I feel I’m falling, My heart is almost naked, I have one foot in the grave. Already I am no more. You only admired me yesterday And I would be dust Forever tomorrow. »
« This is my freedom, This is my voice, My piece of venom, My blind eyed choice. These are my movements, These are my arms, This is my trumpet, These are my drums, drums, drums Let me go, Let me go, Let me go, let me go. This is my moment, Again and again, I’m not in existence, I have never been. I am my future, I’m on my way, For ever, for ever, Lets play, lets play, play, play. Let me go, let me go, Let me go, let me go. »
« One night I fall asleep with him Though I know we aren’t allowed to And I feel the fever burning inside me Without having a shadow of remorse And the dawn brings me to sleep I do not want the sun to come
When I hold his head in my hands I swear to you I feel sadness And I wonder If this love will have a tomorrow When I’m away from him When I’m away from him I’ve lost my mind a little
And I’m no longer from here Oh! I’m no longer from here I feel the rain from another planet from another planet When he hugs me close against him When I feel that I fit in his life
I pray for fate to pull me through I pray for the devil to take me And anxiety turns its face towards me And makes me speak its language
But when I hold his head in my hands I swear to you I feel sadness And I wonder If this love will have a tomorrow When I’m away from him When I’m away from him
I’ve lost my mind a little And I’m no longer from here. No I’m no longer from here I feel the rain from another planet from another planet. » (Véronique Sanson)
« How many questions have you asked before To yourself, millions, or even more? But which one matters, and which no more? How many answers? Not even four
One, two Only one, two Maybe one, two, three Not so many
How many you said that did you have in mind? At least one hundred something of that kind But how many instead did you happen to find? Still in your head, not left behind
One, two Only one, two Maybe one, two, three Not so many (one) Not so many (one, two) Not so many, no (one, two, three) Matter really
« Your soul sings when mine cries and is written in the burning wind in the sand of the dunes in letters of fire. The sky is the song of the earth. The earth is your song and my breath marries yours to exalt this love in a sigh. »
« Many times I tried to tell you Many times I cried alone Always I’m surprised how well you cut my feelings to the bone Don’t want to leave you really I’ve invested too much time to give you up that easy To the doubts that complicate your mind We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better We belong, we belong, we belong together Maybe it’s a sign of weakness when I don’t know what to say Maybe I just wouldn’t know what to do with my strength anyway Have we become a habit? Do we distort the facts? Now there’s no looking forward Now there’s no turning back When you say We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better We belong, we belong, we belong together Close your eyes and try to sleep now Close your eyes and try to dream Clear your mind and do your best to try and wash the palette clean We can’t begin to know it, how much we really care I hear your voice inside me, I see your face everywhere Still you say We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better We belong, we belong, we belong together We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better We belong, we belong, we belong together We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder. «
DantéBéa 