Un homme et une femme

It was in the early days of 1994, they were exam days, I never really cared; so ,instead of studying I watched the movie I've heared of for so long, and the next week I watched the sequel that was made 20 years later.That sunday night I watched this movie for the first, and last time for almost 14 years, it was magnificent, I was fascinated by the Photography, Music and the whole atmosphere of the movie. I liked it very much that I wonder now why do I always like love stories that never got a happy Ending !!. I mean if the love story ever got any happiness it would Never be in the end; no "Happily ever after! ". The end had to be a dramatic suffering for at least one of the two sides, to name a few back then there was Out of Africa, an all time favoirte of mine, The sun also rises, Aimez-vous Brhams, and Roman Holiday .... to be joined later in my life with movies like The Age of Innocence, Casablanca, The way we were, Anstasia and of course the Bridges of Madison County; funny thing i guess!. Any way I watched the movie breathlessly. It was GREAT, a Treat, though I couldn't fully realize why exactly, That's all I could say back then, Great. But now and after 14 years I realize the main thing in the movie was the feelings of the main characters, I don't know how to describe it but this way; their innerself transmitting ethereal feelings to us, the audience helped by music very well. They don't talk much, they just let us feel what they go through. Back then i watched the sequel that next week, it was made 20 years later in 1986, and i was shocked! All I can remember that I thought "Oh God, this is the difference between the 60s and the 80s !" It was, as far as I can remember, noisy with disturbing images and fast pace of life, and no real feelings, I never wanted to see it again.Now back to the 60s movie, i watched it again and wondered, why do some people let their past get into their future's way ! I mean is it deliberate, even if subconsiously, or is it really out of their hands ?? do I do that sometimes to myself, even not aware of it , or will I do it some day !? is it right all the way and in all cases , or is it wrong ?? or it depends!! and depends on what !? ... i don't know!


Jean Louis : In life , when something is not believebale or serious we'd say it's not like Cinema! , why do you think we don't take Cinema seriousely !?

Jean Louis : Anne, why did you tell me your husband is dead ?
Anne : He is, but not yet for me!

Jean Louis : They are hunters , no mercy for hunters!.

حـكــمـة عصــــفـورالأزلـيــة

نهيتك ما انتهيت
والطبع فيك غالب
وديل الكلب ماينعدل
ولوعلقوا فيه قالب

يوميات نائب فى الارياف 1937- توفيق الحكيم

أول مرة

اليومين دول ولأول مرة فى حياتى أحس إنى ماكيافيللاية صغيرة ... رجعت أتعامل عادى خاااااااااالص مع شخص ماكنتش حتى أحب أقول له صباح الخير ، لمجرد أن الظروف إضطرتنى وهاتضطرنى لفترة طويلة جاية للتعامل معاه ـ

Double Vision ... Foreigner

Fill my eyes with that double vision
No disguise for that double vision
Ooh, when it gets through to me, it's always new to me
My double vision always seems to get the best of me, the best of me, yeah-ah

The Talented Mr. Ripley , 1999

Tom Ripley: I always thought it would be better, to be a fake somebody... than a real nobody.

Tom Ripley: If I could just go back... if I could rub everything out... starting with myself.

Dickie Greenleaf: Everybody should have one talent, what's yours?
Tom Ripley: Telling lies, forging signatures and impersonating almost anybody.

Tom Ripley: I really feel happy. As if I had been granted a new lease in life.

Tom Ripley: I could live Dickie's life for him.

Tom Ripley: Well, whatever you do, however terrible, however hurtful, it all makes sense, doesn't it, in your head. You never meet anybody that thinks they're a bad person.

Tom Ripley: Don't you just take the past and put it in a room in a basement and lock the door and never go in there? That's what I do, And then you meet someone special and all you want to do is to toss them the key and say; open up, step inside, but you can't, because it's dark, There's demons and if anybody saw how ugly it is. I keep wanted to do that, fling the door open just let light in and clean everything out.

Fragile....... Julio&Sting

The Gambler ....that i can't learn to be

On a warm summer's evenin' on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin' out the window at the darkness
'Til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.

He said, "Son, I've made my life out of readin' people's faces,
And knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
so if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice."

So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.

You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.

Ev'ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
'Cause ev'ry hand's a winner and ev'ry hand's a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."

When he'd finished speakin', he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.

You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.

لولا الهوى - مروان خورى

My Horoscope for the day !

"Make sure you have all the facts before you decide! Some last minute info might change your mind."

Just a horoscope !?!

لو فيي - مروان خورى

Hotel California

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance,
I saw shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'Relax,' said the night man,
'We are programmed to receive.You can check-out any time you like,But you can never leave!'

Light...Darkness ...and Shadows

Sunlight

The Window

All Alone

All by Iman Maleki

A Lose-Lose situation ;( ;( ;(

But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue , Hamlet

All the restless souls ;(

Gary Moore as always..... Johnny boy

Crazy, Patsy Cline

A lovely song by a great voice.

3- كوميديا على كل لون

Non-Defined Color

Two hours ago i came to know some elaborate info. about one of the dearest persons to me, and for the second time, I gave no negative reaction!!, Although these are very negative info to me. I don't know what does this mean, and why did i smile though shocked ! the word Comedy just poped-up in my head, but with no color. It wasn't black or blue or white or pink anyway.

I think my reaction is just funny !

2- كوميديا على كل لون

White, Blue and Rose

When Harry met Sally, 1989

Sally Albright: You see? That is just like you, Harry. You say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you.

Sally Albright: Amanda mentioned you had a dark side.
Harry Burns: That's what drew her to me.
Sally Albright: Your dark side?
Harry Burns: Sure. Why? Don't you have a dark side? I know, you're probably one of those cheerful people who dot their "i's" with little hearts.
Sally Albright: I have just as much of a dark side as the next person.
Harry Burns: Oh, really? When I buy a new book, I read the last page first. That way, in case I die before I finish, I know how it ends. That, my friend, is a dark side.

Sally Albright: Harry, you're going to have to try and find a way of not expressing every feeling that you have, every moment that you have them.

Harry Burns: You realize of course that we could never be friends.
Sally Albright: Why not?
Harry Burns: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
Sally Albright: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.
Harry Burns: No you don't.
Sally Albright: Yes I do.
Harry Burns: No you don't.
Sally Albright: Yes I do.
Harry Burns: You only think you do.
Sally Albright: You say I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge?
Harry Burns: No, what I'm saying is they all WANT to have sex with you.
Sally Albright: They do not.
Harry Burns: Do too.
Sally Albright: They do not.
Harry Burns: Do too.
Sally Albright: How do you know?
Harry Burns: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.
Sally Albright: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive?
Harry Burns: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too.
Sally Albright: What if THEY don't want to have sex with YOU?
Harry Burns: Doesn't matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story.
Sally Albright: Well, I guess we're not going to be friends then.
Harry Burns: I guess not.
Sally Albright: That's too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York.

*****

Harry Burns: I've been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you.
Sally Albright: What?
Harry Burns: I love you.
Sally Albright: How do you expect me to respond to this?
Harry Burns: How about, you love me too.
Sally Albright: How about, I'm leaving.

Harry Burns: There are two kinds of women: high maintenance and low maintenance.
Sally Albright: Which one am I?
Harry Burns: You're the worst kind. You're high maintenance but you think you're low maintenance.

Harry Burns: Would you like to have dinner?... Just friends.
Sally Albright: I thought you didn't believe men and women could be friends.
Harry Burns: When did I say that?
Sally Albright: On the ride to New York.
Harry Burns: No, no, no, I never said that... Yes, that's right, they can't be friends. Unless both of them are involved with other people, then they can... This is an amendment to the earlier rule. If the two people are in relationships, the pressure of possible involvement is lifted... That doesn't work either, because what happens then is, the person you're involved with can't understand why you need to be friends with the person you're just friends with. Like it means something is missing from the relationship and why do you have to go outside to get it? And when you say "No, no, no it's not true, nothing is missing from the relationship," the person you're involved with then accuses you of being secretly attracted to the person you're just friends with, which you probably are. I mean, come on, who the hell are we kidding, let's face it. Which brings us back to the earlier rule before the amendment, which is men and women can't be friends.

Harry Burns: The fact that you're not answering leads me to believe you're either (a) not at home, (b) home but don't want to talk to me, or (c) home, desperately want to talk to me, but trapped under something heavy. If it's either (a) or (c), please call me back.

Sally: He just met her... She's supposed to be his transitional person, she's not supposed to be the ONE. All this time I thought he didn't want to get married. But, the truth is, he didn't want to marry me. He didn't love me.
Harry: If you could take him back now, would you?
Sally: No. But why didn't he want to marry me? What's the matter with me?
Harry: Nothing.
Sally: I'm difficult.
Harry: You're challenging.
Sally: I'm too structured, I'm completely closed off.
Harry: But in a good way.
Sally: No, no, no, I drove him away. AND, I'm gonna be forty.
Harry: When?
Sally: Someday.
Harry: In eight years.
Sally: But it's there. It's just sitting there, like some big dead end. And it's not the same for men. Charlie Chaplin had kids when he was 73.
Harry: Yeah, but he was too old to pick them up.

Harry Burns: It is so nice when you can sit with someone and not have to talk.

*****

Harry Burns: I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

كوميديا على كل لون - 1

سودااااااااااااااااااء



لأن الزواج بطبيعته وبتصديق من كل الأديان بيرفع كل "البراقع" بين الزوج وزوجنه ... بالتالى لما نحاول ندور على منطق للتقليد ده مش بنلاقى. بالنسبة لى فيه اعراف كتيرة غريبة و مستفزة و أحيانا منفرة لكن غالبا تؤول أو تستند لخيط دينى ولو رفيييييييييع جدا . إنما ده بقى مستند لإيه ؟؟؟؟؟؟
صديقتى اللى بعتت لى ميل فيه المقال ده كانت كاتبة تعليقها الخاص اللى كان قمة فى الكوميديا الهستيرية لأن الموضوع اكتر من مستفز لأى حد عنده عقل . كان فى أخر الميل تساؤل بسيط .... لو هيفاء وهبى نزلت البلد دى رد الفعل هايكون إيه ؟ مجزرة ؟ و لا هايفتكروها كائن فضائى من كوكب تانى !!!؟ :))))))
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إشارة ؟؟

غريب أمر الإنسان . يدعو ويتوسل ...لأمر ...لإشارة ، ولما تحصل أو مجرد إنه يتخيل إنها حصلت ...إن الإشارة موجودة وبتعطيه جواب على سؤاله، ولمجرد إن الإشارة كانت - صراحة أو حتى مجرد انها أوحت له- بالطريق المعاكس لرغباته الحقيقية. لرجاءه الداخلي ... يحزن و يتألم!. كانه بيعترض على الإجابة اللى وصلته !!. طيب بيطلب المساعدة ليه لو مش عاجبه الرد أو لو ناوى يعترض ؟ وهايعمل إيه يعنى حتى لو مش عاجبه ؟؟ لأن الإجابات على أسئلة قدرية بتكون بالتبعية ترتيبات قدرية ماينفعش أساسا يحاول يغيرها .الإنسان البائس ده بيحاول يعترض ليه !!! ... بيعذب نفسه ولا بيتعذب

and where to go from here !?

محاولة للتعبير !!!!....

أحيانا بنتصرف ناحية أحبائنا بطريقة غير منطقية .... نبعد عنهم.
المفترض أن اللى يحب أحد ما يحب بادئ ذى بدء يكون بالقرب منه ...يحب يسعده بأى طريقة ممكنة. لكن النهاردة ولأول مرة بصورة شبه واضحة فهمت أننا أحيانا عندما تنعدم مقدرتنا على عمل ده لسبب أو لأخر ممكن بعد فترة الأمر بيتحول لألم .... ألم من الإحساس بالعجز. وبيكون الإختيار اللا واعي -ثم الواعي- هو الإبتعاد ... الإبتعاد اللى غالبا بيصحبه الإنكفاء على الذات . الإكتفاء بها . لأنها هى الشئ الوحيد اللى إحنا متأكدين تماما إنه هايفضل معانا مهما حصل و اللحظة اللى ذاتنا هاتبعد عنا فيها هى نفس اللحظة اللى مش هاتفرق أى حاجة معانا ... هانكون انتهينا للأبد.
الألم ده أحيانا بيصحبه حساسية زيادة مانقدرش نتحكم فيها... يمكن لكلمات معينة ... مواقف معينة ... لكن فجأة ممكن زى مابيقولوا نشعر أن شخص ضغط الزر الخطأ وتكون النتيجة إنفجار ما ...بصورة من الصور. و أحيانا العكس تماما ...الألم بيتحول لتبلد تام ... مهما حصل ...بنقول مش مهم ... مش فارق حاجة. و أحيان كتير بنتأرجح بين الإتنين... الحساسية الزائدة و التبلد التام . لكن فى كل الأحوال بندخل دائرة شريرة مغلقة ... إبتعاد يجر ألم يجر إبتعاد... وهكذا.
طبعا الكلمة السريعة اللى تتقال إن ده هروب... ضعف إحتمال... يأس ويمكن أنانية. لكن السؤال اللى بفكر فيه واللى عاوزة أى حد يقرأ الكلام ده يجاوبنى عليه ... هل بيكون فيه طريق أخر مش شايفينه أو يمكن شايفينه وبنغض البصر عنه ؟؟؟؟

Same Mistake , James Blunt

Saw the world turning in my sheets And once again, I cannot sleep,
Walk out the door and up the street, Look at the stars beneath my feet,
Remember rights that I did wrong, So here I go.
Hello, hello, There is no place I cannot go,
My mind is muddy but My heart is heavy, does it show ?
I lose the track that loses me, So here I go,
And so I sent some men to fight, And one came back at dead of night,
Said he'd seen my enemy,Said he looked just like me,
So I set out to cut myself, And here I go.
I'm not calling for a second chance,
I'm screaming at the top of my voice,
Give me reason, but don't give me choice,
Cos I'll just make the same mistake again,
And maybe someday we will meet, And maybe talk and not just speak
Don't buy the promises 'cause, There are no promises I keep,
And my reflection troubles me, so here I go.
I'm not calling for a second chance,
I'm screaming at the top of my voice,
Give me reason, but don't give me choice,
Cos I'll just make the same mistake ...
I'm not calling for a second chance,
I'm screaming at the top of my voice,
Give me reason, but don't give me choice,
Cos I'll just make the same mistake again.
So while I'm turning in my sheets,And once again, I cannot sleep.
Walk out the door and up the street ,Look at the stars,
Look at the stars, falling down,
And I wonder where, did I go wrong.

Bee Gees - New York Mining Disaster 1941

نقطة الإنهيار .........موت خفيف

"
لا ذنبَ خارجَ الوقت، لا وقتَ لأخطائنا..سيخسرُ واحدٌ منا أخيراً، على كلِ حال.
لا بأس. نحن بشرٌ، نخطيء ونصيب.. ولا شيء عفواً.
لكن بهاءَ التجربة يستحقُ الاحتفاء، لا الندم، ويستدعي الفخرَ لا الشعور بالذنب.

... ما من استقرارٍ في أي مكان. وهكذا لا يتمسكُ المرء بشيء، ويعيش حياةَ عابر سبيل. إنه شعورٌ دائم بالرحيلِ الموشك، إدراكٌ لواقعٍ انتقالي إلى أقصى حد.
بعد البحث سدى عن بلد تنتمي إليه، ترتد إلى الموت، حتى تتمكن في هذا المنفى الجديد، من الإقامة كمواطن
أيها الموت، اقترب..كي نبتعد معاً
الأوراقُ الأخيرة تسقط متراقصة. لابد من جرعةٍ كبيرة من فقدان الحس كي نواجه هذا الخريف
........"هل أنتِ بخير؟"
طبعاً، فكل الموتى مثلي بخير
إنه لأمرٌ قاسٍ ألا نعود موجودين، وأن نكف عن الوجودِ في شيء ما



أصرخ: ما عدتُ أجيدُ الكلام



... يا لكميةَ التعبِ التي ترتاحُ في دماغي
"
من ساعة ما قرأت التدوينة دى - موت خفيف .... د/ياسر ثابت -و هى فى بالى لأنها جميلة من وجهة نظرى ...أحيانا الجمال بيكون جميل لأنه مؤلم مش لأنه مريح او يمكن عشان بيعمل صدى جوانا لأشياء اخرى . يمكن ما استفدتش بجملة مهمة فيها ..."والحكمةُ تستر جراحنا: إنها تعلمنا كيف ننزف خفية"... لكنها ساعدتنى انى اعلم علامة تانية فى طريق حياتى.

شكرا د/ياسر للسماح لى بالإقتباس ... و أسفة للتصرف فى ترتيب بعض الجمل

The days of wine and roses

They are not long,
the days of wine and roses.
Out of a mystic dream,
our path emerges... for a while,
then closes... within a dream.

Sunset Blvd. [1950] .... life or something like it !!!

Joe Gillis: [voice-over] The whole place seemed to have been stricken with a kind of creeping paralysis - out of beat with the rest of the world, crumbling apart in slow motion.

Joe Gillis: You're Norma Desmond. You used to be in silent pictures. You used to be big.
Norma Desmond: I *am* big. It's the *pictures* that got small.

Betty Schaefer: Don't you sometimes hate yourself?
Joe Gillis: Constantly.

Joe Gillis: [narrating] Well, this is where you came in, back at that pool again, the one I always wanted. It's dawn now and they must have photographed me a thousand times. Then they got a couple of pruning hooks from the garden and fished me out... ever so gently. Funny, how gentle people get with you once you're dead.

Joe Gillis: [narrating] The poor dope - he always wanted a pool. Well, in the end, he got himself a pool.Norma Desmond: There once was a time in this business when I had the eyes of the whole world! But that wasn't good enough for them, oh no! They had to have the ears of the whole world too. So they opened their big mouths and out came talk. Talk! TALK!

Joe Gillis: I'm not an executive, just a writer.
Norma Desmond: You are... writing words, words, more words! Well, you'll make a rope of words and strangle this business! But there'll be a microphone there to catch the last gurgles, and Technicolor to photograph the red, swollen tongues!

Norma Desmond: We didn't need dialogue. We had faces!

[after hearing that Norma Desmond has come to see DeMille]
First assistant director: I can tell her you're all tied up in the projection room. I can give her the brush.
Cecil B. DeMille: Thirty million fans have given her the brush. Isn't that enough?

Norma Desmond: No-one ever leaves a star. That's what makes one a star.

Norma Desmond: The stars are ageless, aren't they?

[Norma threatens suicide again]
Joe Gillis: Oh, wake up, Norma, you'd be killing yourself to an empty house. The audience left twenty years ago.

Joe Gillis: [voice-over] You don't yell at a sleepwalker - he may fall and break his neck. That's it: she was still sleepwalking along the giddy heights of a lost career.

Joe Gillis: So they were turning after all, those cameras. Life, which can be strangely merciful, had taken pity on Norma Desmond. The dream she had clung to so desperately had enfolded her.

Charles Aznavour

..........Non, je n'ai rien oublié




Je n'aurais jamais cru qu'on se rencontrerait
Le hasard est curieux, il provoque les choses
Et le destin pressé un instant prend la pause
Non je n'ai rien oublié

Je souris malgré moi, rien qu'à te regarder
Si les mois, les années marquent souvent les êtres
Toi, tu n'as pas changé, la coiffure peut-être
Non je n'ai rien oublié

Marié, moi ? allons donc, je n'en ai nulle envie
J'aime ma liberté, et puis, de toi à moi
Je n'ai pas rencontré la femme de ma vie
Mais allons prendre un verre, et parle-moi de toi

Qu'as-tu fait de tes jours ? es-tu riche et comblée ?
Tu vis seule à Paris? mais alors ce mariage ?
Entre nous, tes parents ont dû crever de rage
Non je n'ai rien oublié

Qui m'aurait dit qu'un jour sans l'avoir provoqué
Le destin tout à coup nous mettrait face à face
Je croyais que tout meurt avec le temps qui passe
Non je n'ai rien oublié

Je ne sais trop que dire, ni par où commencer
Les souvenirs foisonnent, envahissent ma tête
Mon passé revient du fond de sa défaite
Non je n'ai rien oublié, rien oublié

A l'age où je portais mon cœur pour toute arme
Ton père ayant pour toi bien d'autres ambitions
A brisé notre amour et fait jaillir nos larmes
Pour un mari choisi sur sa situation

J'ai voulu te revoir mais tu étais cloîtrée
Je t'ai écrit cent fois, mais toujours sans réponse
Cela m'a pris longtemps avant que je renonce
Non je n'ai rien oublié

L'heure court et déjà le café va fermer
Viens je te raccompagne à travers les rues mortes
Comme au temps des baisers qu'on volait sous ta porte
Non je n'ai rien oublié

Chaque saison était notre saison d'aimer
Et nous ne redoutions ni l'hiver ni l'automne
C'est toujours le printemps quand nos vingt ans résonnent
Non je n'ai rien oublié, rien oublié

Cela m'a fait du bien de sentir ta présence
Je me sens différent, comme un peu plus léger
On a souvent besoin d'un bain d'adolescence
C'est doux de revenir aux sources du passé

Je voudrais, si tu veux, sans vouloir te forcer
Te revoir à nouveau, enfin... si c'est possible
Si tu en as envie, si tu es disponible
Si tu n'as rien oublié
Comme moi qui n'ai rien oublié

............Hier encore



P.S. Hier encore starts at 2:09 , the rest is "Sa jeunesse" , a great pairing !

Hier encore
J'avais vingt ans
Je caressais le temps
Et jouais de la vie
Comme on joue de l'amour
Et je vivais la nuit
Sans compter sur mes jours
Qui fuyaient dans le temps

J'ai fait tant de projets
Qui sont restés en l'air
J'ai fondé tant d'espoirs
Qui se sont envolés
Que je reste perdu
Ne sachant où aller
Les yeux cherchant le ciel
Mais le cœur mis en terre

Hier encore
J'avais vingt ans
Je gaspillais le temps
En croyant l'arrêter
Et pour le retenir
Même le devancer
Je n'ai fait que courir
Et me suis essoufflé

Ignorant le passé
Conjuguant au futur
Je précédais de moi
Toute conversation
Et donnais mon avis
Que je voulais le bon
Pour critiquer le monde
Avec désinvolture

Hier encore
J'avais vingt ans
Mais j'ai perdu mon temps
A faire des folies
Qui ne me laissent au fond
Rien de vraiment précis
Que quelques rides au front
Et la peur de l'ennui

Car mes amours sont mortes
Avant que d'exister
Mes amis sont partis
Et ne reviendront pas
Par ma faute j'ai fait
Le vide autour de moi
Et j'ai gâché ma vie
Et mes jeunes années

Du meilleur et du pire
En jetant le meilleur
J'ai figé mes sourires
Et j'ai glacé mes pleurs
Où sont-ils à présent
A présent mes vingt ans?

Thee Bee Gees , How can you mend a broken heart

Well, for a month now i've been listining exclusively to the Bee Gees. Maybe this isn't the most optimistic song to use in the first post of a new year, but it's a wonderful song. And i dedicate it to me and my friends, so, Here's to us :) .

2007

Should i call 2007 a good or bad year in my life ? I've asked myself that question for about 2 weeks in December when i realized that i'll have to write my account for the year like i did last year. Then for some reasons i discarded the whole idea of writting it, then another decision for writting but not publishing it, a private account, then ........


If i have to call my 2007 i'd call it The RollerCoaster ride year. All is wonderful at one moment, the next it's all upside down, i cried of joy and fear, felt free and happy some times and felt totally captive and all tied up some other times; been imbalanced ,and i mean imbalanced, for so long; and for a tiny little while i cursed whatever brought me to such a ride.

Then when i got into a better condition, i thought no; it was ok, it was Good in fact. Nothing is Perfect, it's the quality of the good part of anything that makes us perceive it as perfect or near perfect or else .... a disaster. Looking at the bright side, i think the good part of this year was of a Good quality.

The most important thing i learned in 2007 was that i knew nothing about myself; which was strange, suprising and some times painful to discover. But looking at the course of events, i knew a little about Me. A human being is the most complicated thing on earth, really. And one wish for the next year(s) is that i can handle this creature i'd discovered, in a proper way !

I won't say if i hope for or regret anything about the days that went by or the days to come. I don't know about that, really; But i know i have such wonderful friends whome i wish to thank for what they did for me in 2007, and wish them all the happiness in the world in 2008 and the years to come.