Une très mauvaise nouvelle,
Ma petite sœur Anne,
Qui avait survécu à un cancer du sein,
il y a une dizaine d’années,
Fait un cancer de l’autre sein,
La vie est très injuste,
Elle est médecin, soigne les gens
Du mieux qu’elle peut.
J’ai eu envie de pleurer,
En apprenant la nouvelle,
Mais elle est plus courageuse que moi,
Elle ne craint pas les chimiothérapies,
Elle a décidé de se battre à nouveau.
A very bad news,
My little sister Anne,
Who had survived breast cancer,
About ten years ago,
Has cancer in the other breast,
Life is very unfair,
She is a doctor, heals people
As best she can.
I felt like crying,
Upon hearing the news,
But she is braver than me,
She is not afraid of chemotherapy,
She decided to fight again.
Just one last kiss, my little stotty-cake!
You are my cate, my sweetmeat, dainty dish.
Be happy, hinnie, for your "Old Man"'s sake.
You've made me happier than I could have wished.
My sugar dumpling, custard, treacle tart!
Let's part with smiles, and try to hide the ache.
It couldn't last - we knew that from the start.
For us, there'll be no happy ever after.
Go off, embrace your future. Love and thrive.
This thing, this fling, was just a young girl's dream.
It was a pudding "de nouvelle cuisine"
- that's short and sweet - but how we raised the rafters!
Remember me. And, (if I'm still alive!)
I'll often think of you with love. And laughter.
Say you love me
like I love you
often and always
a million times
embrace me
consume me
burn me with kisses
If you go deaf
I will stop listening
If you go blind
I will stop looking
If you die
I will stop living
.
.
Songs for this:
Lover Girl by Laufey
Habits (feat. Haley Reinhart) by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox
In a Manner of Speaking (feat. Camille) by Nouvelle Vague
NOUVELLE CUISINE
Nouvelle cuisine the waiter said, as he served the food to me
Where’s the rest I asked him, as I’d earlier skipped my tea
Tiny bits of something on a massive bloody dish
I tried to woo my girlfriend by pretending I was swish
You can pick the restaurant, was my very first mistake
I thought she’d pick our local for some scampi or a steak
Instead she chose Pierre’s, which was going to be steep
I’d heard the food was lovely though the prices made you weep
I gazed upon the menu, which was written out in French
And scanned along the prices, which made my buttocks clench
To refrain from looking stupid, I ordered some red wine
We requisitioned dinner and prepared ourselves to dine
A puny bowl of soup arrived, we felt a touch irate
We had to eat it quickly or it could evaporate
The main course had potato which was hidden by some meat
Five al-dente vegetables, all stacked up nice and neat
A de-constructed rhubarb tart, that’s what they served us next
Though why they took it all apart has left us kinda vexed
We left a tip and paid the bill…a pretty hefty fee
Then dandered into town and we got a KFC
shapes
diffused
on a grand
scale
imprints
of identity
iconoclastic
symbols
in random
visual melodies
nouvelle
realism happenings
by
living brushes
of incandescent
impregnations
vibrant
traces
in the
blue
azure
of
powdered
pigment
abstractions
The book you offered to me
waits by my side,
in its silky blanket
while is risking
a timid autumn sun.
If I open it, I guess
leaves contain
much more than a ray,
because when I dive into it
these are your words that I think I read.
So it develops
all along the pages,
as if your hot breath
accompanied a tiny new plant
towards spring.
____________________________
Le livre que tu m'as offert
attend à mes côtés,
dans sa couverture soyeuse
pendant que se risque
un timide soleil d'automne.
Si je l'ouvre, je devine
que ses feuilles contiennent
bien plus qu'un rayon,
car, quand je m'y plonge
ce sont tes paroles que je crois y lire.
Ainsi se développe-t-elle
a fil des pages ,
comme si ton souffle chaud
accompagnait une nouvelle pousse
vers le printemps.
RC
Sure this is familiar, “I am one who loved not wisely but too well”
At times feel like Shakespeare, you make my lower regions swell
“What light through yonder
Window breaks” I ponder
Methinks been into the sauce which is not totally nouvelle
Smile and the world smiles with you, fart and it stops smiling
Farts make us cringe causing a grimace with intense perspiring
A real stinky-poo smell
Which is not nouvelle
Since ancient times, people thought farts meant glad tidings
Sure this is familiar, “I am one who loved not wisely but too well”
At times feel like Shakespeare, you make my lower regions swell
“What light through yonder
Window breaks” I ponder
Methinks been into the sauce which is not totally nouvelle
Smile and the world smiles with you, fart and it stops smiling
Farts make us cringe causing a grimace with intense perspiring
A real stinky-poo smell
Which is not nouvelle
Since ancient times, people thought farts meant glad tidings
Sure this is familiar, “I am one who loved not wisely but too well”
At times feel like Shakespeare, you make my lower regions swell
“What light through yonder
window breaks” I ponder
Methinks been into the sauce which is not totally nouvelle
Forsooth!
J'ai decide aujourd'hui
De commencer une nouvelle vie
Je ne veux plus m'encercler
De gens sans aucune utilite
Etre triste pour quelqu un
ne signifie plus rien
Je sais enfin qui est important pour moi
qui a de la valeur et qui n'en a pas
J'ai decide completement de changer
en laissant toute personne indesirable de cote
les vrai personnes qui seront la pour toi
peuvent etre compte sur le bout des doigts
ne te detrompe pas et ne t'attriste pas
la verite blesse et te laisse sans voix
mefie toi des gens autour de toi
car on ne sait quand ils se retourneront contre toi.
Your feelings in a group of touring innocence
travel up North towards trust and sincerity
in sweet submissive care like a carefully rubbed suede.
You put day light into your entrapment
for noontide to go nonstop.
Caress from yonder, massage from under
your skirts make appetite nonchalantly mourn
your legs present so nutraceutical to manly weakness.
If your bones are licked by wild beasts
the jungle would be protected by the ghost of sweet affection.
If the rains fall through the planes of your body
vapours of lust and desires will spring out of the Earth.
Your expensive flare, expresses you as a needed nougat
sliding pleasurably though wet lips in a greasy enjoyment of noodles
with aroma and taste capping up a nouvelle cuissine.
Night is dead from your day-long engaging chemistry
making the aggression of your nubile emission
in ration to any attempted resistance an improper fraction
when the night's light strike your contrasting body
for the creation of a mobile image so dark and graceful,
nature will sit down beauty for a serious interview.
It’s Christmas day in the workhouse
Just another grey day to endure
We have been promised nouvelle cuisine
So Oliver will be asking for more
Comme a écrit un grand philosophe,
Il y a deux tragédies dans la vie.
L´une c’est de réaliser ses rêves
Et l´autre c’est de ne pas les réaliser.
Ah! Comme le temps passe vite,
Une année s’est écoulée et je ne peux dire
Si j’ai réaliser mes rêves ou pas.
J´avais envie de m´évader de cette maison,
De ce quartier, de cette ville, de ce pays ;
De créer un monde différent de celui dans le quel je vivais.
Mais je ne suis allé nulle part
Et j’ai rencontre des gens formidables qui comptent pour moi aujourd’hui
Et depuis, le quartier dans lequel je vis s’est métamorphosé.
Par ailleurs j’ai eu des angoisses, des remords
Et des espoirs envolés.
Hélas, c’est une nouvelle année qui va commencer
Et je me sens comme perdu au milieu de ce monde.
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