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The Night Comes On

I went down to the place
Where I knew she lay waiting
Under the marble and the snow
I said, Mother I'm frightened
The thunder and the lightning
I'll never come through this alone
She said, I'll be with you
My shawl wrapped around you
My hand on your head when you go
And the night came on
It was very calm
I wanted the night to go on and on
But she said, Go back to the World
[...]

Is it a coincidence that the new year begins with a song most of Leonard Cohen? He describes himself as a sort of autobiographical journey, evoking people that have marked his life, by their absence as by their presence:

- Sa mother (who died when he was 34 years old), representing the ever-present protection beyond death, and who, by his insistence on keeping him alive.

- Her father (who died when he was only nine years), representing the struggle of life without respite.

- Marriage and the responsibility of children, including when they "fly on their own."

- The "muse" who inspires the poet and singer, and represents the essence of femininity in its various forms and with different faces.

- The entourage and friends, who make up our "world" and we hold but can not make us forget what is past and gone, what is lost is lost.

- And the poet, singer, in his way, trying to go back or to "pass on the other side", but the maternal image, patiently, resolutely, returns to "the world" and, thus, continues to protect (including itself).

the first day of new year it is useful to rethink and to those who have left us (or preceded), but whose thinking continues to protect us and guide us.

Night Occurs

where I stayed I knew that, under the stone
And the snow, waiting
I said "Mother, I I fear any
Lightning and thunder
Alone, I never leave never
She says "I'll be there
My
shawl around you My hand on your head will follow you" And the night came

Everything was quiet
I wish the night is endless
But she said "Go back to the World"

In Egypt, we were fighting
When they promised by treaty
That nothing would be killed
Then came the explosion
And my father fell
A terrible wound to his side
He said, "My son, go ahead
Take my books, my gun
Remembers you as they lied And the night comes

All is quiet
J ' shall be much wanted him to be wrong, however
We would not lie to a kid

In this kitchen, we remain
I entered into religion
Not knowing when to rest (e) would
So I had
Having nothing to touch
It 's that I always wanted
But then my son and my daughter
Leaving water
themselves hoarse, "Daddy, you promised to play" And they carry me

and say "That's the big surprise
Do not look, daddy, eyes closed"
And they hide, hide in the World

And I always looking
Caught this attraction
As a rosary prayer
Saying "When she calls me?
When I return she?
To be ready, what should I do about my vow
When she tilts
Like a willow, like a fountain?
She stands in the light air And the night comes

And everything is very quiet
I'm in her arms, she said, "When I s (e) rai
Part I s (e) spoke to you to sing "

For vespers, crickets
Respond to chime
The cat on her chair, dozing
Go to a local bar
I 'can go further
See if there are still my friends
That the few people who
You forgive or for whom
What you do is not a concern And the night comes

All is quiet
I want to join the other side
But she said, "Go, go, back in the World

(Translation - Adaptation: Polyphrène)

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Jimmy Whalen

All alone as I Walked By The Banks of the River
Watching the evening drew nigh have Moonbeams.
All alone as I rambled I spied a fair damsel
weepin 'and Wailin' With Many a sigh.

weepin 'for One Who is now lyin' lonely
Mournin 'for No One Who Can Save mortal. As
The foaming dark waters flowed sadly ABOUT HIM THEY
Onward speed over young Jimmy's grave.
[...]

Here is a Canadian folk song telling the story of a lumberjack (or "log driver" accompanying "rafts" down with the current) killed in a river. This is the version sung by Peter, Paul & Mary (Adaptation and Arrangements by Peter Yarrow, Noel Paul Stookey, Mary Travers, and Milton T Okun) which I propose the translation. The history of this song back in the 19th century, the author remains unknown. The text is sung to different melodies, but the version of Peter, Paul and Mary is simply sublime in its simplicity.

Jimmy Whalen

Only one evening as I walked to the edge of the wave
From the river the moon shone
Only one evening, I walked, I saw a
blonde girl cries, moaning, sighing Crying

who now lies
only one who is forever asleep
While around him roared the waves foaming
Covering the grave of poor

Jimmy Jimmy, do let me not stray
pain Why do not you stay with me?
But if death is the sword that we must separate
The ocean lies between you and me

Only one evening, I walked, I saw a blonde girl
cries, moaning, sighing

(Translation - Adaptation: Polyphrène)

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That's what you get for lovin' me

That's what you get for lovin' me
That's what you get for lovin' me
Everything you had is gone, as you can see
That's what you get for lovin' me.

I ain't the kind to hang around
With any new love that I've found
Movin' is my stock in trade
I'm movin on
I won't think of you when I'm gone.
[...]

This song Gordon Lightfoot was repeated with great success by Elvis Presley, but was also sung by Waylon Jennings and Peter, Paul and Mary. It includes the ultra-classic theme of the adventurer seducer and destroyer of hearts, for whom the call of the horizon is stronger than reason: a myth is "masculine" serial polygamy, which, failing to advance relations man - woman, was used to frame a few famous songs. This is an opportunity to mention again the masterful "I do not think ... " of Smokie .

is what you earn to love me!

That 's say you win to love
That' s say you win to love
You have lost everything, you see, because now
That 's you earn to love

I 'am not the type to always
Stay with the same love
Leaving is my goodwill
I will leave
party soon, I'll forget

For me, do not pay
tears I'm not made for your heart
I got over a hundred comm 'you
Do not worry
I will have more miles after you

Voilà: you'll still cry
Voilà: you'll still cry
If one day the state your heart is
Improved
Maybe I'll come back

That 's you earn to love
That 's say you win to love
You have lost everything, you see, because now
That' s say you win to love

(Translation - Adaptation: Polyphrène)

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The Last Thing on my Mind

It's a lesson too Late for the learnin '
Made of sand, made of sand
In the Wink of an eye my soul IS turnin '
In your hand, in your hand.

[Chorus:]
Are you going Away With No word of farewell?
Will There Be not a trace left behind?
Well, I Could Have Loved You Better,
Did not Mean To Be unkind.
You Know That Was The Last Thing On My Mind.
[...]

Song Tom Paxton, a melody similar to that of the traditional ballad of the British Isles " Leaving of Liverpool The Last Thing On My Mind "was sung beautifully by Peter, Paul and Mary, by Dolly Parton, by Joan Baez, Johnny Cash, Neil Diamond, Hank Locklin, Anne Muray, Willie Nelson ... to name only the most famous - but also by Nana Mouskouri and Joe Dassin. If "Leaving of Liverpool" is a standard "Line Dance" well known to all clubs and groups of "Country," "The Last Thing On My Mind" gives the melody more solemnity, and in fact a true "classic "timeless and universal. ","

The theme is still that of departure, separation, misunderstanding, an echo of "Always on my Mind "on the bottom of the time lag as the fine sand in an hourglass ...

When the hourglass is turned over, it does not rise over time, unfortunately!

The Last Thoughts of my

This lesson comes too late to learn
Fine sand, fine sand
In the blink of an eye, my soul turns and s 'collapse
In your hand in your hand

[Chorus:]
Are you really going away without saying a word of farewell?
Without a memory to leave me? It
True, I could love you better
Yes, but will hurt you
It was the last of my thoughts

You have so many good reasons to go
I know that, I know this because the weeds
has continued to invade any
Do not go, do not go

[Chorus]

walked, my thoughts, in single file
Font round, make round
Under our feet, in the subway tunnel
Vibe and growls, rumbles and vibrates

[Chorus]

When I woke in my bed in the morning
alone without you, lonely without you
Each song in my throat goes alone without
toi, seul sans toi

[Refrain]

Traduction – Adaptation : Polyphrène

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It there is no bad time to look back

is a turbulent year that we close behind us. But a very good year. A year of a whole bunch of things, all these little things that are smiling and the normal daily, and also those big painful crises to which side it is difficult to pass. Children grow up, each develops its (double) personality. Everyone learns, and we learn along with them, we all make mistakes. This is improv, the approximation is not always comfortable, we do not really know where we go, but here we go. It surprised almost every day. Sometimes bad, sometimes good. When it is good we give ourselves pats on the back, when it is bad you wonder how we could get there. Things come and go, jostle each other and finally leave us little time to react, and it is like that. Each is built on these faults, avoidable or not. They are part of us, and also that we are moving forward.

A year of learning, travel, loss and rediscovery. A year colored by strong seasonal projects completed, others are emerging, professional achievements and policy challenges. A year not knowing which way to head it. One year I saw my children permanently abandon the age of small, rounded their babies, and to turn resolutely towards childhood, his questionings, his discoveries, obstacles, too.

Ms. Marshal brought joy to all teachers / educators / speakers she meets - wise, thoughtful, caring for others, reminding them that they must follow the instructions. Good student, never a word louder than the other kind. And yet she knows what she wants, knows who his friend (s), do not let them tell. She leads her boat, as it has always been independent, he happens to slip into a mold so remarkable at the same time it leaves nothing of his free will and independence of mind. A real cat, before whom I admire silent despite appearances - because you say it mania to perfection the art of annoy his neighbor. Increasingly clever with words, looks, turns of phrase. She seems very well accept the idea of a new baby, just talk to him often, give hugs, tells me what he whispers in your ear. Very time consuming, but very endearing.

My Young Turkey seeks and tries, testing the limits in a somewhat haphazard. The child reasonable, playful, gentle, laughing as I know at home is a little overbearing boss, rebellious, disobedient and defiant in the classroom. The mistress velvet-granola is a bit overwhelmed, especially to see his gentle methods do not work here. Quite a culture shock to be told that during a temper, we work to calm down with pictograms Flower (breathe in the fresh scent) and pen (for that blow flies) ... We are experimenting with gaps and inaccuracies in an education system that we do not know, especially in regard to boys. Another system would reveal other problems ... During the violin like him, who practices at least almost always end up in crisis of tears - when they do not start with an anxiety attack. And yet he seems to like to know something special - and more difficult - and do it well - and to show others. We all been there, the envy of release, smashing the violin against the wall, or clarinet, or piano, and go somewhere else if there is. He must learn to live with - and we must learn to support, encourage her to face the challenge rather than avoid it. All without getting discouraged ...

course is when children do not work quite the way we imagined, and is expected of them, we will return the most relevant. Are we too absent, busy with our work and the other volunteers / activists? About Us too demanding (His Eminence)? Not enough (me)? Children will always find some balance, but will grow crooked ...? And our balance to us, how? What dose of what to remove or add? Uninterrupted series of brief questions - I guess normal parents.

And then the little man or little woman who is coming in a few weeks will fit into this family perfectly normal and dysfunctional, and we look forward to. It hits a lot, it squirms, hiccups it 15 times a day and lives his life in the warmth. Conscious of my luck, and aware that this will probably be the last time I want to remember the gentle, quiet expectation, joy - pure and unwavering. I want to keep track of this ear turned inward, this state a little ethereal, a little also, somewhat privileged, these unanswered questions at any time of day, large and small, anxious or confident, as the time and the fatigue that accompanies it. These eyes softened, and other hostile or ignorant of all these people who do not rise more in the bus or subway, and the few treasures that make catching and their congeners. My eternal perplexity to these girls at the sight of a belly, launch immediately into the detailed history of their own pregnancies, their deliveries, all that to me is a fundamental part of the intimacy of a couple, and that feels empowered to spread happiness with a non- concealed, that of confidence about the tone of "the one who knows" ...

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My kids talk to me (47)

Okay so I told you the other day I try jokes playground with children, to see what they are capable of wrestling. The other day I retry that of Pinchy and Pinch me. Since they are dipping yet, Pete and Repeat I run, and there it works (well, I must explain to them why I spend my time to repeat history, but they eventually dip)

I return to Pinchy and Pinch me.

- So: Pinchy and Pinc ---

(Ms. Marschallin) - NAON! Mom! It MOUA telling!

- Ok. Go ahead make me the joke. You understand, it's like Pete and Repeat but with Pinchy and Pinch Me.

- Uh. Good. Uh. So: Pinchy, uh, and uh, Pinch me are, um, in a boat. What's missing?! Warfahahahahhaahaaaaa!

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Leaving Green Sleeves

Alas, my love, you did me wrong,
To cast me out discourteously,
For I have loved you so long,
Delighting in your very company.
Now if you intend to show me disdain,
Don't you know it all the more enraptures me,
For even so I still remain
Your lover in captivity.

Green sleeves, you're all alone,
The leaves have fallen, The Men Have Gone.
Green sleeves, There's no one home,
Not even the Lady Green Sleeves
[...]

Leonard Cohen resumed by the famous theme song "Greensleeves " ballad apparently dating from the sixteenth century and wrongly attributed the legend of King Henry VIII. If you get lost in conjecture and assumptions on the deeper meaning of the text and the identity lady's "green sleeves" (as the significance of this detail dress), traditional melody has survived the centuries and will probably continue its path beyond the millennium.

Respecting or by thickening the mystery, Leonard Cohen accentuates the eroticism and despair, in a mixture - both subtle and magical than the love potions of the legend - which he has secret. The passage of time causing the lovers or courtiers, old age, the desertion of hearts, the withering away of passion, forgetting ... are among the ingredients.

The melody of Leonard Cohen also retains a kind of solemnity, but his voice is heartbreaking and disturbing accents that make this song complement inseparable from the traditional ballad.

Leaving "Green-sleeves"

Alas, love did me wrong digress
In Violent Car
I loved you so much
delight myself in your presence
If you want me to show contempt
See, my desire is that the more excited
Because I live, and even your lover in captivity


Green-sleeves, you're only here
Leaves dead men
Sleeve-Green parties, as all desert Even
gente Dame-Green Sleeves I sang

I patter
For your legs beautiful
And is not it crazy, is not well
Let our antics come to an end Finally?
Then I saw you naked when dawn ignites
I was hoping that this is a new woman
I called but you were part
Then, my Lady, I am leaving also

Sleeve-Green, you're only here ...

Green-sleeves, you're only here
Leaves dead men left
-Green Sleeves, it's so easy
leaving the Lady Green Sleeves-

(Translation - Adaptation: Polyphrène)

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My kids talk to me (46)

Seeing a flag blue and white diamonds:

(poults) - It is the flag of the Bavi * era. Mom is the office where she works.

(Ms. Marschallin) - Yes, and the B * avier is not good for children.

(His Eminence) - Huh?

(Ms. Marschallin) - Yes, Bavaria * re is bad for children. They must not drink, and after it stings you're drunk.

Lump On Neck Sore Throat Hurts To Swallow

Memories

Frankie Lane, he WAS singing Jezebel I pinned
year Iron Cross to my lapel
I Walked up to The Tallest Girl And The Blondest
I Said, Look, you do not know me very soon now to You Will
So Will not You Let Me See
I Said "Will not you let me see"
I Said "Will not you let me see
Your naked body?"
[...]

On a very fast dance and a bit unexpected from Leonard Cohen, this song (words and music of Leonard Cohen , arrangements Phil Spector ) recounts a memory of "drag" Teenager in a box while passing the song Wayne Shanklin " Jezebel", popularized in English by Frankie Laine , and France by Charles Aznavour and Edith Piaf. Inspired by the biblical character, the song "Jezebel evokes the consuming passion for a woman whose irresistible attraction lies a devilish soul. Leonard Cohen song described her as a "time capsule" in which he placed the memories of the episode the most banal and most insignificant of his teenage spotty ... by adding humorously that this is probably a commonplace this song will be eternal. The "Cross of Iron", German military decoration, known as "Cross of Prussia," was then a symbol worn by the "hard" or those who wanted to pass for such. He also remembers the fascination of this cult and he vowed then (already) to femininity, "the elusive butterfly."


Memories

We played "Jezebel" by Frankie Laine
In my backhand, I put a Prussian Cross
The largest and most blonde girls
I approached I said " You don 't know me but it does not go now "
So you let me see"
I said "So you let me see" I
said "So you let me see Your naked body
? "

" Towards a corner of shadow dance with me
I may let thee do anything
I know you greedy, I hear it in your voice
And there is much to touch on my body: you have the choice
But you can not see "
She says" You can not see "
She says" You can not see My naked body
"

We dance, tight, Stardust on the orchestra plays
Balloons and streamers floating above us
She says "More than a minute to fall in love"
"It is such moments I call all my wishes
And all my faith to see "
I said" All my faith to see "
I said" All my faith to see Her naked body
"



(Translation - Adaptation: Polyphrène)

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My kids talk to me (45) 7 months

First snowstorm of the winter, 25 cm of a sudden. The city is white, slow, silent. Beautiful as we love winter, just like what we like Quebec.

We came back from violin lessons with the Young Turkey. Her sister Mimi is far Cracra (water-aimeuh it-it), as it is the Snow her element. He runs, jumps, falls, rises again all white, loses balance, stretches, bursts out laughing, flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.

At one point we stopped at an intersection to wait for our light. Like many cars pass, cautious in the thick layer that makes them slip, I do note that we do not hear almost nothing and that's what is so beautiful in snow storms.

- You see, we say that the snow * * absorbs noise. That means she swallows them, one hears less. You remember how it's noisy when it rains? Rain multiplies the noise, the snow absorbs.

- Hmm.

- Besides the snow is too good to keep out the cold: if you plug a hole where the wind with a thick layer of snow, there was more air flow.

- Hmm. (I feel it tramples on the other side there is a vast expanse along the pristine community garden)

- While the snow has several powers: it has power absorbing and insulating power . You understand?

- Hmm. Yes. And also fun !

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is look in the mirror and say at the same time "but good god it's not possible to be as big ", and" when I think I am still swollen "

It is sitting comfortably somewhere and see what you used to walking on his own belly (I do not think any of the 2 previous did not move at this point). It put his hands to try to guess, and he has already seen quite a character to consistently stop when he feels that approach.

is suffering the torture of a full bladder on which one you would a vase made of china, especially between the bed and the toilet in the morning.

is woken up by a contraction in the night sick, and because it is side the gray hour when everything is always dramatic, whether that's it, you're not on the edge of a large lay premature.

is listening to children asking questions on "when your baby will come out" - is that it will be cute, do you help me to keep it, are we going love, is he going to be very small like that * well * ...

is taking a lot of good resolutions - now I put the kids' room, clean the stove, scours the glass of the shower - and the day after all the skunk on the principle "after all, I'm pregnant, do not bother to exaggerate, like what's in the fridge? ".

is delighted with this amazing opportunity to be at the heart of a close family but also with a group of friends who saw all this with you as for the 2 previous each time we were in a new environment and therefore a bit bent on ourselves.

is simultaneously being tickled by a lot of doubts, it is we'll get there, do * not * the madness will end this happy light, and then begin where do we will sleep, and even n'abordons not the hot topic of the center.

is undergoing hiccups another person in places unmentionable Trouz about a thousand times a day and nothing to do there. It

have difficulty standing for long periods on the bus because of cramps, sudden movements of drivers, people that grow in your back while you are resting on a bar of some sort. And say that frankly, pregnancy in winter while your cloak hides your advantageously forms is not ideal to recall the rules of etiquette to your peers. So it is regularly being looked over when required place on the bus or the subway, because we still need to spoof not either. (Worst, it is women aged 40-50 years)

It is said that this time, of course, be remembered at all. And sorry in advance, in fact, no, it will be like the others will be forgotten, and only fleeting impressions come back from time to time.

is watching the snow storm outside and having to make a conscious effort to remember to go shovel.

is to say that frankly, 3, it will be quite enough, between the food, homework, activities, husband, home, friends, work, volunteering. And bind itself to mark it somewhere because we suspect that at one point, when the little Troize will survive the 2-3 years and that everything will be easier again, we will dream of a small Fourth, a "last" baby ... that will grow as ... and make room for one more wish ...


At 7 months pregnant lots of things, ideas and feelings are scrambling for weeks, and at the same time full of things find their place and are settled by themselves (come on, we will not keep still that, that we hitch, hop directly into the garbage), lose their importance as if by magic, or take the place due to them (okay eventually have to buy it, the damn dryer). At 7 months, I am pleased as always to have the privilege of living pregnancy easier, and at the same time I begin to say good-to-be not blister it also has its advantages (not feeling hénaurme properly, especially when one has to pick up something on the ground or seeing his reflection in a window) and it will be fine when it's over.

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First

(ticket writing mode Fiertématernelle, forgive me)

This afternoon premiere: Sonny in concert.

Not even 3 months course and plays "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" with his dad at the piano. Fair and everything. Rhythm is not always question it, but otherwise it's really encouraging. And perhaps my blindness of mother but I can not find it nearly as squeaking what a lot of people told me.

For the occasion the man was too happy to (finally) deliver his "costume President", ie dark jacket and trousers and matching shirt "like Daddy", striped tie to boot. (The same suit he absolutely wanted to wear the day of his class photo: I say when he will look in 10 years, there is every chance that shame the invasion. But hey, it ' was HIS choice.) It was classy as ever, more than all the other children present, it is useful to say, ahem. And luck, who has inherited yet maternal gut, it seemed absolutely not bothered by any stomachache, stress or anxiety. Instead, it is as if he had done this all his life.

I hope now that this kind of deadlines (I think there will be another year-end) will motivate me as he assured leaving "You know Mom, next time I will also play Hänschen Klein (and others! have I hastened to add, you have to seize those moments when they come eh). Because I have to admit that the panic-anxiety attack almost systematic practice in the evening before me despair a little of both. And yes, probably I have a responsibility and I ask him too much, or too much at once ... I am demanding, not only with myself. I lose it I know. But with a little luck, before we have succeeded in giving him a taste of the effort: it's still a nice reward to get applause from a room filled to overflowing when we have 6 years.

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A Poem on the Underground Wall

The Last Train Is Nearly due
The Underground IS closing soon,
And in the dark deserted station, Restless
in advance ,
A man waits in the shadows.

His restless eyes leap and snatch,
At all optometrist Cdn touch gold wrestling
Hidden Deep Within And His Pockets,
Safe Within icts silent socket, He Holds
a colored pencil. [...]

Art Garfunkel tells how, at the end of a photo shoot in New York City subway to illustrate the cover of the album "Wednesday Morning 3 AM , "he saw on the wall facing the subway which had been made shots, graffiti directly suggestive, in the style of taggers New York, including a 4-letter word (F ...) very explicitly shown. Naturally, the "Columbia" which produced this album has ensured that the graffiti does not appear on the cover, but the incident inspired Paul Simon this song, found on several albums (including " Simon & Garfunkel - Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme "and" The Very Best Of Art Garfunkel Across America ).
The pace of this song still retains the excitement and fear that animate the spirit of "graffiti artist" getting ready to affix his mark on subway posters. The text plays on an element of mystery and anticipation, but also an allegory "matrix", comparing the arrival of the subway train in childbirth, the subway itself to the child who appears well on the Assistant husband at work, then the leak of "graffiti " as "head" by night who aspires to the "womb" of the penumbra.

A Poem on the Subway Walls

This is the ultimate train set, and
The subway will soon close
And in the station deserted
anticipation stirred
He waits in the shadows

His keen eye lands on
Anything seized or captured
And in the pocket of his coat
Hidden deep in his sleeve
He holds a colored chalk Now the tunnel

birth
And the train approach promised
doors welcoming the aspiring
But he hesitated, and withdrew
Later in the penumbra

Suddenly, the train left here
In a nice knock
Although chanted as a litany
He shakes like a rosary blessed
His chalk in his hand

Then from his pocket, chalk on the wall emerges
trace In full with energy
advertising
A poem of one word, five letters A limited


His heart laughs, cries her heart, her heart leapt
And his poem on the tracks, sounds
Sub signal 'exit shining
His legs prevail and he fled
Towards the heart of darkness, as suckled by the night.

(Translation - Adaptation: Polyphrène)