Before Sunset 2004

One of my most favorite movies ever :)

Celine: The concept is absurd. The idea that we can only be complete with another person is evil! Right?

Celine ,



Jesse ,

Aimez-vous ....Brahms?

Of school days

They were ... school days!

Francois Feldman

To forget completly a name, a fce, many related words and melodies of one person, only remembering that there was a favorite singer, once along time ago; and then suddenly remembering the name after almost 20 years, is a proof of the power of human memories, even thought to be erased totally by time or any other factor.

Between the age of 15 to 18 Francois Feldman was one of my favorite singers with a few set of songs of his. They were recorded from radio transmission with a very poor quality on my cassettes . I used to listen without almost understanding a word :) but it's just me anyway :D :D. I lost track of him completely like 18 years ago or maybe a little less, Only to remember his name out of the blue a week ago. And now here is one of my favorite songs of his from the old days :D :D .

P.S. I've always Loved french singers' voices :D :D I can't seem to stop now :) :)

- Les Valses De Vienne



- Le mal de toi



-Magic Boulevard

Jacques Brel - Ne Me Quitte Pas

To recall how I came to be fond of this song proves one thing, good music just flows into the soul.
Or maybe I'm just imagining it's a good stuff, but really, tens have tried to sing it, yet this is to me is the best version, the original one by Jacque Brel.

Listening, David Hallyday

I must have waited 20 years to listen to this song once again, and I think i'm about to listen to it in 15 min. or so. Checking its lyrics for the first time I knew I was right 20 years ago, though not that good in english back then, but, it was something, and it is something :)


Listening
After all the years I would not hear, I'm listening
As I'm lookin' into eyes so clear and deep,
I see, the story is comin' together
Chapters end and start again...

By Listening
To the only one who understands the man I am
With love enough to let go of the past
I ask, and all my wrongs are forgiven
I can do the same for you

If you
Listen to my eyes
Listen to your heart
Never let the world's noise
Get louder than your own voice

Listen to my touch
Then touch the way you feel
You only hear
What is real

By listening
Like the mountain lets the ocean slowly move him
Or the way your body's moving mine
In time, this dance will go on forever
Without a sound, we turn around...
Listening

Listening
After all the years I would not hear, I'm listening
As I'm lookin' into eyes so clear and deep,
I see-the story comin' together
I know in time this dance will go on forever
Chapters end and start again
By
Listening

95% of the game ...

Imagination. Re-visited, with a sarcastic deatached smile ... An absurd part of life.

Of cities (2) - Before Sunset (2004)

My idea of Paris is visualized in this movie. In fact this movie visualized alot of things I read reagarding Paris, not at night, but Paris of the daytime.
The movie itself is a different experience because of the story, it's is a sequel of another movie made 9 years earlier, about 2 main charcters in collage meet for one night in Vienna, and after 9 years they meet by a hopeful accident in Paris, and spend the day walking and talking around this beautiful city. The dialouge and acting is something that made me believe for a moment that they were talking about their real selves.
It is the kind of a simple yet complex little movie with a great feelings behind it. I recomend it for anyone in their early 30s .

Journalist #1: Do you consider the book to be autobiographical?
Jesse: Uh, well, I mean... isn't everything autobiographical?

Jesse: [about his marriage] I feel like I'm running a small nursery with someone I used to date.

Jesse: I'm designed to feel slightly dissatisfied!

Jesse: Maybe what I'm saying is, is the world might be evolving the way a person evolves. Right? Like, I mean, me for example. Am I getting worse? Am I improving? I don't know. When I was younger, I was healthier, but I was, uh, whacked with insecurity, you know? Now I'm older and my problems are deeper, but I'm more equipped to handle them.

Jesse: Life's hard. It's supposed to be. If we didn't suffer, we'd never learn anything.

Jesse: You want to know why I wrote that stupid book?
Celine: Why?
Jesse: So that you might come to a reading in Paris and I could walk up to you and ask, "Where the fuck were you?"
Celine: [laughing] No - you thought I'd be here today?
Jesse: I'm serious. I think I wrote it, in a way, to try to find you.
Celine: Okay, that's - I know that's not true, but that's sweet of you to say.
Jesse: I think it is true.

Jesse: What do you think were the chances of us ever meeting again?
Celine: After that December, I'd say almost zero. But we're not real anyway, right? We're just, uh, characters in that old lady's dream. She's on her deathbed, fantasizing about her youth. So of course we had to meet again.

Jesse: Oh, God, why weren't you there, in Vienna?
Celine: I told you why.
Jesse: Well, I know why, I just - I wish you would have been. Our lives might have been so much different.
Celine: You think so?
Jesse: I actually do.
Celine: Maybe not. Maybe, we would have hated each other eventually.
Jesse: Oh what, like we hate each other now?
Celine: You know, maybe we're - we're only good at brief encounters, walking around in European cities in warm climate.

Jesse: Oh, God, why didn't we exchange phone numbers and stuff? Why didn't we do that?
Celine: Because we were young and stupid.
Jesse: Do you think we still are?
Celine: I guess when you're young, you just believe there'll be many people with whom you'll connect with. Later in life, you realize it only happens a few times.
Jesse: And you can screw it up, you know, misconnect.

Celine: So what's it like to be married? You haven't talked much about that.
Jesse: I haven't? How weird.

Celine: I see it in the people that do the real work, and what's sad in a way is that the people that are the most giving, hardworking, and capable of making this world better, usually don't have the ego and ambition to be a leader.

Celine: I was having this awful nightmare that I was 32. And then I woke up and I was 23. So relieved. And then I woke up for real, and I was 32

Celine: You can never replace anyone because everyone is made up of such beautiful specific details.

Celine: The concept is absurd. The idea that we can only be complete with another person is evil! Right?

Celine: Memory is a wonderful thing if you don't have to deal with the past.

Paris

The photo in the previous post is a one in a photo gallery of Paris, my Favorite city, and I wanted to share this gallery here. http://www.pbase.com/morepix/paris_diffuse
but I liked those two best.

Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien ...... Edith Piaf

Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Ni Le Bien Qu'on M'a Fait, Ni Le Mal
Tout Ca M'est Bien Egal
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
C'est Paye, Balaye, Oublie, Je Me Fous Du Passe

Avec Mes Souvenirs J'ai Allume Le Feu
Mes Shagrins, Mes Plaisirs,
Je N'ai Plus Besoin D'eux
Balaye Les Amours Avec Leurs Tremolos
Balaye Pour Toujours
Je Reparas A Zero

Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Ni Le Bien Qu'on M'a Fait, Ni Le Mal
Tout Ca M'est Bien Egal
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Car Ma Vie, Car Me Joies
Aujourd'hui Ca Commence Avec Toi

simply,....p e r f e c t

Where do you go to my lovely , Peter Sarstedt

Paris, 4

Perhaps this is the third time i mention the same song, but i can't help it. This is a version of a song that contains a triple favorites , my favorite chanteuse, favorite city, and favorite song about this city ,

Tu ressembles au chagrin
Ça m'fait un mal de chien ... ...

Paris , again

I've found my favorite song about Paris , finally , after almost 15 years of last listining to it , and in an all new atmosphere. I loved the original very much, Marc Lavoine is special, but this version is also wonderful with my latest discovery Souad Massi. magnifique


My little treasure's URL : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbDkcAQ8Afo

A Rainy Night In Paris , Chris De Burgh

It's a rainy night in paris, And the harbour lights are low. He must leave his love in paris, Before the winter snow; On a lonely street in paris, He held her close to say, We'll meet again in paris, When there are flowers on the champs-elysees. How long she said how long, And will your love be strong,When you're across the sea,Will your heart remember me? ...Then she gave him words to turn to, When the winter nights were long: Nous serons encore amoureux, Avec les couleurs du printemps...And then she said and then, Our love will grow again.Ah but in her eyes he sees,Her words of love are only words to please...And now the lights of Paris,Grow dim and fade away, And I know by the light of Paris, I will never see her again...

Paris , 2)

مشمشة : المرة دي الكلام على باريس بالعربي الفصيح عشان خاطرك

باريس الألف و جه ، يوسف فرانسيس

فى كل مرة تهبط بى الطائرة إلى باريس ..فى الصيف أو الشتاء .. فى النهار .. أو الليل فى مطار أورلي قديما .. أو شارل دى جول حديثا .. و نفس الشعور الغريب بالتوتر .. و الترقب 00و الإنتظار يعاودني .. التوتر .. كأنى لازلت العاشق الشاب الذى ضرب الموعد الأول فى حياته العاطفية .. وراح ليلتقى بحبيبته بعد طول إنتظار .! الترقب .. ترقب العين تبحث و سط آلاف الوجوه عن وجه خاص .. مميز .. أو متميز .. وجه هذه الحسناء ذات الألف و جه التي ترتدى أحدث الموضات التى تخلقها .. و تتزين ..و تتعطر .. وتصبح أجمل الجميلات فى معرض البشر .! الإنتظار .. إنتظار هذه الحسناء الباريسية المثقفة في ركن مقهى .. و كتابها الصغير بين يديها .. أو تائهة
فى صف طويل أمام دار فرنسية تعرض فيلما جديدا .. نعم باريس حسناء ذات ألف وجه .. تتجدد مع العمر و السنين .. وجوه غنية و مثيرة .. شابة و ناضجة ..

Paris , 1)

Paris , Marc Lavoine
Je marche dans tes rues ,Qui me marchent sur les pieds.
Je bois dans tes cafés, Je traîne dans tes métros, Tes trottoirs m'aiment un peu trop.
Je rêve dans tes bistrots, Je m'assoie sur tes bancs,
Je regarde tes monuments, Je trinque à la santé de tes amants.
Je laisse couler ta seine, Sous tes ponts ta rengaine.
Toujours après la peine,Je pleure dans tes taxis.
Quand tu brilles sous la pluie,C'que t'es belle en pleine nuit.
Je pisse dans tes caniveaux,C'est d'la faute à Hugo,Et j'picolle en argot.
Je dors dans tes hôtels, J'adore ta tour Eiffel,Au moins elle, elle est fidèle.
Quand j'te quitte un peu loin, Tu ressembles au chagrin, Ça m'fait un mal de chien.
Paris Paris combien,Paris tout c'que tu veux,Boul'vard des bouleversés,
Paris tu m'as renversé, Paris tu m'as laissé ,
Paris Paris combien, Paris tout c'que tu veux, Paris Paris tenu, Paris Paris perdu,
Paris tu m'as laissé, Sur ton pavé.
J'me réveille dans tes bras,Sur tes quais y a d'la joie, Et des loups dans tes bois,
J'me glisse dans tes cinés, J'me perds dans ton quartier, Je m'y retrouverai jamais,
Je nage au fil de tes gares, Et mon regard s'égare, J'vois passer des cafards sur tes bars, J'm'accroche aux réverbères, Tes pigeons manquent pas d'air,Et moi de quoi j'ai l'air.
Paris Paris combien,Paris tout c'que tu veux,Boul'vard des bouleversés,
Paris tu m'as renversé, Paris tu m'as laissé.
Paris Paris combien, Paris tout c'que tu veux,
Paris Paris tenu,Paris Paris perdu, Paris tu m'as laissé, Sur ton pavé.
Je marche dans tes rues, Qui me marchent sur les pieds, Je bois dans tes cafés, Je traîne dans tes métros, Tes trottoirs m'aiment un peu trop, Je rêve dans tes bistrots :)