Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Jacques Brel - The Lock Keeper


jacques brel - l'éclusier
Original Title: "L'éclusier"
The bargemen see me getting older
I see the bargees getting older
We play the game of the stupids
Where the motionless is the oldest
In my craft even during the summer
You have to travel eyes closed
It's not easy to be a lock keeper

The bargemen know my mug
They tease me and they are in the wrong
Half sorcerer half drunkard
I cast a spell to everything that sings
In my craft it's during the fall
You pick the apples and the drowned
It's not easy to be a lock keeper

In its basket a child squints
to see the fly that is on his nose
Mom purrs the time sighs
The cabbage sweats the fire grumbles
In my craft it's during the winter
That you think of the father who drowned himself
It's not easy to be a lock keeper

Toward the spring, the bargewomen
Put on airs to me from their barge
I'd like their games without this war
That roughed me up a little too much
In my craft it's during the spring
you take the time to drown yourself.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Monique Morelli - Aragon - Elsa's hands


Original Title: "Les Mains d'Elsa"
Give me your hands for the anxiety
Give me your hands of which I've dreamt so much
Of which I've dreamt so much in my loneliness
Give me your hands so I'm saved.

When I take them at my own trap
of palm and fear, of haste and emotion
When I take them like a snow water
that melts from everywhere in my own hands

Will you ever know what crosses me,
What overwhelms me and what invades me
Will you ever know what pierces me,
What I betrayed when I twitched

What the deep language says that way
That mute way of speaking of animal senses
Without mouth and without eyes, mirror without image
That simmer of loving that has no words

Will you ever know what the fingers think
of a prey held a moment between them.
Will you ever know what their silence,
a lightning, would have known of unknown

Give me your hands for my heart to form there
for the world to go quiet there at least a moment
Give me your hands for my soul to sleep there
For my soul to sleep there eternally.

Same version without the pics of Aragon and Elsa:


All poems written by Louis Aragon

Mouloudji - We have to live

Original Title: " Faut vivre " Despite the big eyes of the void "It's to better eat you, child" And the silence...