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| I was surprised to see that one of my favorite songs, "I Wish You Love" is originally French! I looked up the original lyrics and there is a different meaning behind it than the American lyrics I fell in love with ever since I heard it in the movie, Prime. They are both really good though.
"I Wish You Love" Rachael Yamagata's version. I wish you bluebirds in the spring
To give your heart a song to sing
And then a kiss, but more than this
I wish you love
And in July a lemonade
To cool you in some leafy glade
I wish you health
But more than wealth
I wish you love
My breaking heart and I agree
That you and I could never be
So with my best
My very best
I set you free
I wish you shelter from the storm
A cozy fire to keep you warm
But most of all when snowflakes fall
I wish you love
But most of all when snowflakes fall
I wish you love "Que reste-t-il de nos amours?" by Charles Trenet sung by Dee Dee Bridgewater (with translations).
Ce soir le vent qui frappe à ma porte,
Tonight, the wind that knocks at my door,
Me parle des amours mortes
tells me of loves that died
Devant le feu qui s'éteint
In front of the fire which dies down
Ce soir c'est une chanson d' automne
Tonight, it is an autumn song
Dans la maison qui frissonne
In the house that shivers
Et je pense aux jours lointains.
And I think of the remote days.
Que reste-t-il de nos amours?
What remains of our love relationships?
Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours?
What remains of those beautiful days?
Une photo, vieille photo
A picture, old picture
De ma jeunesse
of my youth
Que reste-t-il des billets doux?
What remains of the love letters?
Des mois d'avril, des rendez-vous?
The months of April, the rendezvous?
Un souvenir qui me poursuit
A memory that haunts me
Sans cesse
without cease.
Bonheur fané, cheveux au vent,
Withered happiness, hairs in the wind,
Baisers volés, rêves mouvants
Stolen kisses, drifting dreams
Que reste-t-il de tout cela
What remains of all that
Dites-le-moi
Tell me
Un petit village, un vieux clocher
A small village, an old belfry,
Un paysage si bien caché
A landscape so well hidden
Et dans un nuage le cher visage
And in a cloud the dear face
De mon passé.
of my past.
Les mots, les mots tendres qu'on murmure
The words, the tender words that one is whispering
Les caresses les plus pures
The most pure caresses
Les serments au fond des bois
The oaths in the deepness of the woods
Les fleurs qu'on retrouve dans un livre
The flowers that one finds back in a book
Dont le parfum vous enivre,
whose perfume inebriates you,
Se sont envolés pourquoi?
why did they fly away?
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| At night when I cannot succumb to sleep, I enact situations and conversations in my head without even realizing it. They are usually my wildest dreams which is ironic since they are not dreams in the first place. They are the wishes of my working conscious--daring, bold, in full realizations of their desires. My alter egos. I could only sit back and envision what could possibly happen without the suppression of insecurities, sensibilities to others, and tacit societal rules that are all active inhibitions that I struggle with day to day. Wouldn't it be nice if I could emphatically express my frustrations with my parents and have them actually doubt themselves for a second? It would feel empowering if I could tell my brother what I believe he needs to hear without having that dwelling trepidation that he will disregard everything his younger sister is saying and that he'll blow up himself. Could I ever reach that level of brazenness? | | |
| My roommate's teaching me how to dance. I mean I always danced but her dancing is such a different setting. Sometimes I just want to go all out and you know, unleash myself but I'm getting to that comfortable level. It just feels good to release something inside you while in synchronization with the melody and words. Awesome! On the other hand, every class that I attend puts me in a lower mood. I just have moments of doubts in myself. Can I really pull this off? What if I can't make it through five more years. Classes are difficult, plain and simple. I thought I was preparing myself for some exams, but I need a different approach before my enthuasiasm wears out and I realize, I'm just not as capable as I thought. | | |
| I want to be a different person. | | |
| My 7th grade crush. After having lived in a mostly white-inhabited area for five years and a mostly black-inhabited area for a couple years, I was excited to be surrounded by so many asians like myself in the middle of Bergen county, and he, he was an older boy of my all-Korean church around the onset of this asian fever. I'd look forward to Sundays to not only see my similarly miniature asian friends, but to revel in the short but sweet sightings of him up close or playing basketball. I would wonder what it would be like if we were together and replay our chance conversations as I lied in bed thinking about the day that just passed. Sometimes the conversation would end differently or sometimes I would completely make up something where the usual scenario is him being crazy over me as I agree to be his one and only. I saw him recently after about six years of not seeing him, had lunch with him, and... he was just plain weird! In fact, I was kind of repulsed by him. This guy who seemed so much older than me at a different time and place was someone who I felt older than. He said things like how he wanted to punch this one guy's face so bad (he is describing a person he hated 6 years ago) and how he thought I'd be influenced by my brothers and not make it to college (does that happen a lot or something?). Imagine I got to fulfill my little 7th grade heart's desire and got to be with him for the rest of my life? Imagine we actually dated and then married for good? I'd grow up from my fairytale and realize in a clear light that this dude is not my type at all and he is not the guy I initially thought he was from my seventh grader eyes. Imagine we all stayed with the people we at one point said we would be with forever? As time went by we'd be miserable at the huge hole we digged ourselves into as we would later realize maybe this day I will like this guy, but in a couple years from now, I will not feel the same way. I believe there are different stages in our lives as we are growing. We're changing all the time just like every single thing around us is changing (scarily for me). It's okay to have temporary things for the temporary. It's okay to be with someone for the temporary knowing that right now he may be what I want or need, but in the later future, he will not suffice in what changes I will go through. Just as trees shed the leaves that they grew in bright vivid green a couple seasons before, it's a part of life. A fact. Maybe a right. Throughout my whole life I've been through the stage of "hopeless romantic." I desire for that passionate, dedicated, and awesome love that I want to be lost in and be captured by for a very long time. I want it and I hope for it. But it's not what I want at this present moment. I want to concentrate on myself and improve my personality, expand my knowledge, stack experience on top of experience. It's okay if I'm with someone right now knowing that he is not what I really want. He is, in my perspective, the right person for me at this time, but he will eventually leave. It's okay because I am so happy with him and the relationship is based on trust and giving freedom to the other person. I have the independence of a girl just seeing a guy yet I have all the love of two people who solidly understand each other. Most importantly, the relationship allows me to still concentrate on myself with the space and freedom. Some people may think it is a waste of time--why be with someone knowing that you won't be with them later?--but I am all for the experience baby. I am still growing and still learning and I am happy with an amazing person. Sometimes I forget this and demand more from him or try to force two people into one, but I know this is what I want and when I remind myself of this acknowledgement that was made from the beginning, I am content and at a peace. | | |
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