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You have always been in my life, your music helped me, comforted me, brought me joy, tears and hapiness. My first record ever, bought with my own money, was « Ben »… and all your music lingers on, I will never go anywhere without you! Goodbye Michael, Thank you!

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Bien coquins nos écrivains  
LETTRE DE GEORGE SAND À ALFRED DE MUSSET !
A lire du début à la fin pour comprendre l’humour de cette lettre!

Je suis très émue de vous dire que j’ai
bien compris l’autre soir que vous aviez
toujours une envie folle de me faire
danser. Je garde le souvenir de votre
baiser et je voudrais bien que ce soit
là une preuve que je puisse être aimé
par vous. Je suis prête à montrer mon
affection toute désintéressée et sans cal-
cul, et si vous voulez me voir aussi
vous dévoiler sans artifice mon âme
toute nue, venez me faire une visite.
Nous causerons en amis, franchement.
Je vous prouverai que je suis la femme
sincère, capable de vous offrir l’affection
la plus profonde comme la plus étroite
en amitié, en un mot la meilleure preuve
que vous puissiez rêver, puisque votre
âme est libre. Pensez que la solitude où j’ha-
bite est bien longue, bien dure et souvent
difficile. Ainsi, en y songeant j’ai l’âme
grosse. Accourez donc vite et venez me la
faire oublier par l’amour où je veux me
mettre.

MUSSET S’EMPRESSA DE REPONDRE :

Quand je mets vos pieds un éternel hommage,
Voulez-vous qu’un instant je change de visage ?
Vous avez capturé les sentiments d’un coeur
Que pour vous adorer forma le Créateur.
Je vous écris, amour, et ma plume en lire
Couche sur le papier ce que je n’ose dire.
Avec soin de mes vers lisez les premiers mots :
Vous saurez quel remède apporter mes maux.

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Romantique n’est-ce pas ?
Maintenant relisez la lettre de Sand une ligne sur 2…
Et les premiers mots de chaque ligne de celle de Musset.
Tout ceci est authentique, comme quoi ils se marraient bien au XIXe siecle!

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(NB. All pictures in this post are taken in the South of France) 

Autumn is a season for big decisions — like whether or not it’s too late to start spring cleaning. Autumn — time to drag out your winter clothes and see what kind of summer fun the moths had.

The autumn leaves are a lot like raising kids. First they turn on you, and then they fly away.
And next thing you know, you look out the window and they’re back!


I got tired of looking at all those leaves in my yard, so I got up off the couch and went into action. I closed the curtains. 

I can hardly wait until all the leaves turn brown to match the grass.

I could tell there was a hint of autumn in the air when my son’s rugbyball smashed me in the face.

It’s fall, that time when the colors change form green to red to gold — and that’s just the gunk in your swimming pool.

And here some quotes :

The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many.  ~Oliver Wendell Holmes

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.  ~Albert Camus

For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together.  For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.  ~Edwin Way Teale

It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.  ~P.D. James

Bittersweet October.  The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.  ~Carol Bishop Hipps<!–, « October, » In a Southern Garden, 1995; CTO–>

Delicious autumn!  My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.  ~George Eliot

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds – November!
~Thomas Hood, « No! »

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.  ~Stanley Horowitz

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face.
~John Donne

 

Besides the autumn poets sing,
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze.
~Emily Dickinson

October’s poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter.  ~Nova Bair

falling leaves
hide the path
so quietly
~John Bailey, « Autumn, » a haiku year, 2001, as posted on oldgreypoet.com

October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came –
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
~George Cooper, « October’s Party »

Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes.  Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.  ~Samuel Butler

Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.  ~Elizabeth Lawrence

Autumn on the Riviera is beautiful ! Autumn is beautiful on the whole planet !

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Recently I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, « I love you and I wish you enough ». The daughter replied, « Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom ».

They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, « Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever? ». « Yes, I have, » I replied. « Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye? ». « I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is – the next trip back will be for my funeral, » she said.

« When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, ‘I wish you enough’. May I ask what that means? « .

She began to smile. « That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone ». She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more. « When we said , ‘I wish you enough’, we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them ». Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory:

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting. I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

She then began to cry and walked away.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them but then an entire life to forget them.

TAKE TIME TO LIVE…

To all my friends and loved ones ,
 

I WISH YOU ENOUGH.

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A Woman…

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE … enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to…

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE … something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour…

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .. a youth she’s content to leave behind….

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE … A past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to
retelling it in her old age….

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE … .. a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra…

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE… One friend who always makes her laugh … and one who lets her cry…

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE … A good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family…

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE… Eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored…

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE … A feeling of control over her destiny.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW… how to fall in love without losing herself.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW… how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without; ruining the friendship.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW… when to try harder … and WHEN TO WALK AWAY…

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW… that she can’t change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW… that her childhood may not have been perfect…but its over…

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW… what she would and wouldn’t do for love or more…

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…how to live alone … even if she doesn’t like it…

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
Whom she can trust, whom she can’t, and why she shouldn’t take it personally…

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW… where to go… be it to her best friend’s kitchen table… or a charming inn in the woods… when her soul needs soothing…

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW… what she can and can’t accomplish in a day…
a month…and a year… 

Maya Angelou.

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Papa can you hear me ?

May the light of this flickering candle

Illuminate the night the way
Your spirit illuminates my soul

Papa, can you hear me?
Papa, can you see me?
Papa can you find me in the night?
Papa are you near me?
Papa, can you hear me?
Papa, can you help me not be frightened?


Looking at the skies
I seem to see A million eyes which ones are yours?
Where are you now
that yesterday has waved goodbye
And closed its doors?


The night is so much darker;
The wind is so much colder;
The world I see is so much bigger
Now that I’m alone.


Papa, please forgive me.
Try to understand me;
Papa, don’t you know I had no choice?


Can you hear me praying,
Anything I’m saying
Even though the night is filled with voices?


I remember everything you taught me
Every book I’ve ever read…
Can all the words in all the books
Help me to face what lies ahead?


The trees are so much taller
And I feel so much smaller;
The moon is twice as lonely
And the stars are half as bright…


Papa, how I love you
Papa, how I need you
Papa, how I miss you
Kissing me good night

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La Terre meurt

Les océans sont des poubelles

Et les fronts de mer sont souillés

Des Tchernobyls en ribambelles

Voient naître des foetus mort-nés

Dans cinquante ans, qu’allons-nous faire

De ces millions de détritus ?

Et ces déchets du nucléaire

Dont les pays ne veulent plus

Sous nos pieds, la terre promise

Patrimoine de nos enfants

Petit à petit, agonise

Nul ne s’en soucie

Et pourtant des espèces devenues rares

Sont en voie de disparition

Et la laideur chante victoire

Sous le plastic et le béton

La terre meurt

L’homme s’en fout

Il vit sa vie

Un point c’est tout

Il met à son gré, à son goût

Le monde sens dessus dessous

La Terre meurt

Où allons-nous ?

Dans la finance et les affaires

Le pétrole est le maître mot

Il mène à tout, même a la guerre

Et nul ne s’inquiète de l’eau

Où en sont la flore et la faune

Et qu’advient-il du firmament

Privé de la couche d’ozone

Gardien de l’environnement

Sous le ciel, le sol se révolte

Car l’homme trompe la nature

Quand il trafique les récoltes

Il hypothèque son futur

Sous le soleil, les forêts brûlent

Et l’on gave les champs d’engrais

Dans la boulimie majuscule

Du rendement et du progrès

La Terre meurt

L’homme s’en fout

Il vit sa vie

Un point c’est tout

Il met a son gré, a son goût

Le monde sens dessus dessous

La Terre meurt

Où allons-nous ?

Il est temps de prendre conscience

Que l’homme ne respecte rien

Il se fiche de l’existence

Des baleines et des dauphins

L’éléphant meurt pour son ivoire

La bête rare pour sa peau

Et dans les grandes marées noires

Le mazout englue les oiseaux

La société consommatrice

Avance impunément ses pions

Tandis que les arbres pourrissent

Dans les villes et leurs environs

La sècheresse se déchaîne

Effaçant tout signe de vie

Et certaines races humaines

Crèvent d’abandon et d’oubli

La Terre meurt

L’homme s’en fout

Il vit sa vie

Un point c’est tout

Il met à son gré, à son goût

Le monde sens dessus dessous

La Terre meurt

Où allons-nous ?

La Terre meurt

Réveillons-nous

(Charles Aznavour – La Terre Meurt)

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