Since everything makes sense, I think,
What are the stars for?
It’s up to us to observe them,
To imagine why they shine,
Are they there, to make us dream?
To make us think, or write
For us to measure distances
Which separates us from galaxies?
What are the stars for?
Their light does not come from the sun,
So there are other Christmas trees
Far from our beloved planet,
What are the stars for?
They shine on the American flag,
They shine in the eyes of young girls,
So we must love all these stars
Like our loved sisters.
Puisque tout a un sens, je crois,
À quoi servent les étoiles ?
À nous, de les observer,
D’imaginer pourquoi elles brillent,
Sont-elles là, pour nous faire rêver,
Pour nous faire réfléchir, ou écrire
Pour que nous mesurions les distances
Qui nous séparent des galaxies ?
À quoi servent les étoiles ?
Leur lumière ne vient pas du soleil,
Il y a donc d’autres sapins de Noël
Loin de notre terre chérie,
À quoi servent les étoiles ?
Elles brillent sur le drapeau américain,
Elles brillent dans les yeux des jeunes filles,
Nous devons donc aimer toutes ces étoiles
Comme nos sœurs.
Tomorrow I’m eating fries, Marion,
It gives me full of pep,
Yellows, walleye, salty,
I will eat hot fries.
Tomorrow I’m eating fries, Marion,
Belgians, sweet flamingos,
Walloon girls, redheaded girls,
Out of the oven, all hot.
Eating fries is not stupid
English, golden, or Norwegian,
The fries it gives a hell of a peach
Tomorrow, Marion, give me the fries.
Demain, je mange des frites, Marion,
Ça me donne voyons, une sacrée frite,
Des jaunes, des dorées, des salées,
Je mangerai des frites chaudes, moi.
Demain, je mange des frites, Marion,
Des belges, des flamandes douces,
Des wallonnes, des filles rousses,
Sorties du four, toutes chaudes.
Manger des frites, ce n’est pas bête
Anglaises, dorées, ou norvégiennes,
Les frites ça donne une sacrée pêche
Demain, Marion, tu me donnes la frite.
I love so much the book company,
More than anything in the world,
More than cats or butterflies,
Looking at the books in my room, soothe me,
Henry James amazes me, what intelligence,
Yachar Kemal makes me travel on Turkish roads
The pleasure of writing, of thinking, they offered that to me,
Books calm me more than anything,
Carl Sandburg, Billy Collins, Thucydides,
They are landscapes, angels from heaven,
Jean Giono amazes me; I go with him to Manosque,
My library offers me so many joys, Apollinaire, Sam Shepard,,
Just looking at books makes me dream,
I’m thinking about Jack London, I’ve read everything,
He made history, so humanly, such humility,
I think of Marcel Proust, a genius,
Style makes the man, especially à l’ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs
I love so much the book company,
Camus, Alejo Carpentier makes me intelligent, so to speak,
They understood me, every word, every story, every verb,
Books understand me
More than people, Kafka, Faulkner, Joyce, understand us,
They reassure me with their titles, their presences,
What would we be without books?
Thank them; look at them, life is short,
They are the best friends in the world.
Don't point out my mechanisms
Don't point out my mechanisms
Unless you want to be a snitch
In that case, do
Cause I'm a snitch too
I'm being literal
Don't point out my mechanisms
Don't point out my mechanisms
Unless you want to be a snitch
In that case, do
Cause I'm a snitch too
Some use sirens
Some use alarming words
I am partial to both
Birthed in panic notes
I'm a fan of tricky rhymes
I'm a sucker for lies,
and sometimes can't help but decry
the secrecy,
the need to hide
I'm a populist,
I'm your therapist
And you are also this
you, Jon Smith
There is a sound filled with joy
loud exhortation filles the air
a people know this so well
blessed they are so want to share
This people have their daily walk
in Lord's countenance so full of light
shining bright their faces ablaze
the Lord stays close day and night
In the name of the God most high
rejoicing for ever all the day long
such a blessed people they truly are
singing His praises an eternal song
Receiving God's perfect righteousness
fully exalting among heavens finest
this is divine blessing beyond compare
such is our God the most kindest
This is our God the blessed Lord
victory assured when at His side
powerfully perfect always in charge
may we learn to constantly abide
('Blessed is the people that know the joyful sound: they shall walk, O Lord, in the light of thy countenance.
In thy name shall they rejoice all the day: and in thy righteousness shall they be exalted.')
Psalm 89: 15,16 (ESV)
Christmas snow
The lights on the pine tree look so pretty.
The night air was cold as the wind blows.
A snow flake fell from the sky then we want to know why.
The ground is being dealt with in white as those Christmas lights shine so bright.
The roof tops are covered and the smoke really start to rise.
The pine tree is now covered in christmas snow
As the lights shine through the white.
Each flake difference in size and shape as they fell on the trees.
It's Christmas time and with Christmas snow it filles the air with Christmas joy.
So please let it snow,let it snow, with Christmas snow.
Just
a casket
of clothing-
helped girls become
wives.
Inspiration :
Filles a l cassette-sent by the Missisippi Compant in the 1700's to marry French
settles in Luisiana.
Je veux tomber amoureux
Mais un bon gars est dur de trouver
Donc je voyage le monde
À la recherche de quelqu'un qui me persuadera
Cet amour existe vraiment
Donc je rêve de la France
espérant un jour je peux visiter
et rencontrez l'homme de mes rêves sur le sol étranger
Translation:
I want to fall in love
But a good guy is hard to find
Therefore I travel the world
In search of somebody who will persuade me
This love really exists
Therefore I dream about France
hoping one day I can visit
and meet the man of my dreams on the foreign soil