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My liberty-Whispers of nature- Lyrics 1989 Adjusted January 2013


my liberty

my liberty

I hope you will enjoy these lyrics composed and adjusted. It took me ages to figure out some of the functions of Windows 8 but I kept running back and forth between my dying computer as a last resort and this one. I still can’t download photos from ” sky drive ” or the computer files to our good, old and faithful media 🙂

Enjoy this and let me know what you think of it, until then, I hope I’ll have a better knowledge of this ” headache “.

My liberty
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I note
Melancholy
In your
Voice.

Don’t part.
Your heart
Is mine
Since acridine (1)

Stay with me
My liberty
Won’t lock you
Chain you

In my heart.
Temptation strong.
Won’t go along
To a game

So insane!
Be free
My love
To see

To be
To dance
Take
A chance

Come back
And laugh
Don’t worry
We’ll live and see

Forgive me
My jealousy
Don’t part from me…

My liberty!

(1)Acridine is naturally
Found in coal tar.
And in 1890 first isolated
By Carl Grabe and Heinrich
Caro. Courtesy of Wikipedia

Mylene Farmer — Je Te Dis Tout (French) lyrics (translated to English, beautifully soft music)


I was mesmerized by the softness of this clip and wanted to share it with you. I looked up the lyrics copied it and translated it to English too.
Mylène Farmer is a very popular French singer.

I quote wikipedia who says…

Mylène Farmer (pronounced: [milɛn faʁmœʁ]; born Mylène Jeanne Gautier;[1] [milɛn ɡotje]; born 12 September 1961) is a French singer, songwriter, occasional actress and author.
She has sold more than 30 million records[2] and is among the most successful recording artists of all time in France.[3] She holds the record for the most number one hits in the French charts, with thirteen to date, eight of which were consecutive.[4] Her best-known songs include “Désenchantée”, “Pourvu qu’elles soient douces”, “Sans contrefaçon”, “Libertine”,”California”, “XXL”, “C’est une belle journée”, “Rêver”, “Les Mots”, and “Oui mais… non.

Mylene Farmer Je Te Dis Tout lyrics was added to the site 27 Nov, 2012 and since that time has 151 hits and voted 0 times. Other popular Mylene Farmer lyrics are: L’amour C’est Rien, Regrets and Xxl.

Silencieux
Merveilleux
Dans ce soir mouvant
J’écoute le vent

Héritière
Passagère
De mes jours maudits
Ça je le suis

Mon amour
Je te dis tout
Tu peuples ma vie
À l’infini

Abuse le sort
Frappe à ma porte
Pose une main
Sur mon front
Sur mes seins

Si d’aventure
Je quittais terre
Tu es mon sang
Mon double aimant
Mon ADN

Et sur ton pull
J’y broderais M
Pour que nos sangs
Se mêlent au vent
Mon ADN

Dénudée
Enserrée
Dans ce jeu sanglant
Je dis tout au vent

Aussi calme
Qu’un nuage
Je suis qui pardonne au temps
Aux absents

Mon amour
Je te dis tout
Tu peuples ma vie
À l’infini

Abuse du sort
Frappe à ma porte
Pose une main
Sur mon front
Sur mes seins

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Translation in English
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silent
wonderful
Moving in tonight
I listen to the wind

heiress
transient
My cursed days
That I am

my love
I tell you everything
You populate my life
To Infinity

Abuse fate
Knocking at my door
Lay a hand
On my forehead
On my breasts

If perchance
I’d left earth
You are my blood
My double magnet
My DNA

And on your sweater
I’d embroider M
So our blood
Mingle with the wind
My DNA

bare
enclosed
In this bloody game
I say all to the wind

as calm
as a cloud
I am who forgives time
the absent

my love
I tell you everything
You populate my life
To Infinity

Abuse of fate
Knocking at my door
Lay a hand
On my forehead
On my breasts
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I got this comment from someone I couldn’t trace back (got a blank page) and as I fear it might be a virus I’m copying it here with my answer & hope that won’t do damage as it won’t have the link…
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Thank you for posting this song, I love it too! It’s so mesmerising….

If I may, I would translate a few things differently :
“In the moving night” instead of “Moving into the night”
“Transient heiress of my cursed days, that, I am.” instead of “Heiress, transient, my cursed days”
“Abuse fate, knock at my door” instead of “Abuse fate, knocking at my door”
“You are my blood, my loving double, my DNA” instead of “You are my blood, my double magnet, my DNA”.

“Aimant” mean “loving” as well as “magnet”, I think in this song it means loving.
I don’t mean to be rude, I hope you don’t mind.

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My answer…

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I appreciate the corrections. I had thought the translation to be professional as it was on a specific site & didn’t bother to check. I took a huge risk approving your comment as I could not connect to your site & just got a blank page so I hope you’re not a virus message…
Let me know how to check your site, just to be on the safe side

Reply

She did not reply so I moved it here & hope my blog is safe 🙂

Labyrinth 2012


Labyrinth 2012 ©copyright2013owpp

Labyrinth 2012
©copyright2013owpp

Labyrinth was a result of wanting a change. Stripes or stronger lines if you want and playing with depth rather than strokes, splashes or movement.
I like to try it all.

I interpret repetition as stagnation which my logic says is ridiculous but my heart chooses otherwise and I listen regardless
of the consequences, given the knowledge that art is a material, limitless and implicates only the canvas I am working with.
There is a liberty because there is room for major error.

With art we live with our own reality, it is all in the abstract, the fantasy, it is a world of its own and that is the beauty of it.

Will I ever see you again? ” Departure ” 1987 ( French poetry with English translation )


Departures... ©copyright2013owpp

Departures…
©copyright2013owpp

I find it very hard to translate a French poem in another language and have it make sense, nevertheless I hope you will still enjoy
it!

Departure
———

Departure,
Flew at a glance
Years,
Mirage of friendship
Emotion,
A way in extinction
Promises,
Expression of wisdom
Voyage,
Presage of liberty
Liberty,
A price to pay
Friendship,
Mirage of years
A glance,
Flew by departure

___________________

Départ
——-

Départ,
Envolé d’un regard
Années,
Mirage de l’amitié
Emotion,
Voie en extinction
Promesses,
Expression de sagesse
Voyage,
Liberté au présage
Liberté,
Un prix à payer
Amitié,
Mirage des années
Regard,
Envolé d’un départ

Resumé on Thoreau’s essay ” Walking ” 2010


1860s 1861 Portrait of older Henry David Thoreau, American poet - kopie - kopie

Hi everyone!

Part of my lit. studies included reading ” Walking ” from Henri David Thoreau, Which was hard to read
as it’s heavy philosophy, then write a resumé on it which I’d like to share with you.

I nevertheless was introduced that way, to quality writing and the classics which turned me into a big fan!
I found his chain of thoughts to be so rich, one could read it over and over again without tiring and
experience different emotions every time.
Every line has to be studied. One can, through this essay learn and cultivate the love for words.
It’s intellectually stimulating and challenging.
It’s no wonder it was part of the curriculum, I’m truly glad to have been given this opportunity to
discover such an outstanding writer.

I hope you’ll enjoy it, let me know!

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Henry D. Thoreau starts his essay ” Walking ” with the simple wish to be, nature’s advocate, with the
controversial idea that man is alone with it and not part of an entity.

While he’s walking he observes, reflects and ruminates profoundly on many aspect of nature and fundamental
human concerns.

Walking for Thoreau is more than that. It’s an exercise of the brain. It stimulates his intellect. It’s where
he digs out all the material needed for his profession. Walking for him, is what an airplane is for an aviator
or, an arrow for a bushman.

Walden pond Concord Massachusetts

Walden pond Concord Massachusetts

It has given him the possibility to produce the most exquisite piece of poetry called ” The Malborough Road. ”
Being confined to an office would’ve never given him that possibility.

Along the essay we find him, broaching a wide range of subjects.
He starts with the actual directions he prefers and why. Southwest or eastward, goes on to the botanists, panoramas
with a detailed geographical description, which he is not presently experiencing but reminiscing.
That’s how we understand his Essay to be ” a walk through his imagination “.

As he goes on, he writes about animals. it is very descriptive and poetical. He glorifies the things others take for
granted. He comes to know along the way, that nature is above all. It’s the kernel, it’s vital for our survival.
We should be blending, melting, into nature and not vice versa. The core is mother nature and we are its servants.

Nature, under his ballpoint ( or more likely, his quill pen in those days 🙂 ) takes another dimension.
One can feel and sense it being practically a religion, so intense it is. One falls in love with nature all over again and would like to immerse oneself in it and find the tranquility and beauty felt in the reading.

The cabin

The cabin

In, what I call, the ninth part ( we’ve been asked to break it up into major parts ) he brings up, literature. One can observe how he
” provokes ” the reader into controversial ideas once again. That is, what makes it his style, his signature.
It forces its readers admiration, for such strong and idealistic views.

There is not a thing, he doesn’t have an opinion on.
Should it be, music which he airs briefly, names which is another amazing piece of this brilliant essay, where he describes
the ” un-importance ” of it, which again is contrary to all received ideas.

Institutions, culture, studies… You name it.
He triggers people’s minds into thinking. He ” stings ” them out of their complacent torpor, with,

I quote:

” Give me a culture which imports much muck from the meadows… ” and further ” I would not have every man nor every part of a man cultivated…”

When he proceeds later on to write about knowledge and ignorance, once more we find him spurring us on, to ideas as ” useful
ignorance ” and ” conceit in knowledge ” then humors us farther with,

I quote:

” I would say to the society for the diffusion of useful knowledge, sometimes, — Go to grass. ”

Laws and obedience seems disdained when he says ” There’s is something SERVILE in the habit of seeking after a law which we may obey. ”
Then, we understand it was intended purposefully when he adds ” Live free, child of the mist — and with respect to knowledge we are
all children of the mist. ”
He then shocks us into ” The man who takes the liberty to live is superior to all laws… ”

Borders and earth are his last two topics where he finishes his essay in total splendor and grandness.
Check for yourselves and let me know!

Till next time!

And there was silence! Fiat Silentium! 2010


Noisy family

Hello everyone!

First and foremost I’d like to thank you all for your support.
For a new blogger it’s very encouraging. I hope you’ll forgive occasional mistakes, as you can see, it’s still unfamiliar terrain.
I’d like today to give over to you an essay I wrote two years ago for an assignment.
There are some times in writing, when ones thoughts meet the pen with such easiness it takes you by surprise, but you know, the main reason
is, because it came straight from within, unto the paper. ( Keep in mind that my works are mostly fictional )
This is exactly what happened this time, I truly had pleasure creating it, enjoy!

And there was silence!
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Four forty five pm and I open my eyes with difficulty after a short nap which I seldom indulge into.

Five or ten minutes go by and I’m still struggling with the sensation of deep relaxation pulling me back into the fuzziness of slumber.
I was aware that something was unusual but I couldn’t define the exactitude of it’s source.
The impression of being in synchronization with the universe, was so overpowering, I allowed myself the luxury to absorb the uniqueness of the
moment however ephemeral it was to be.

The clock inevitably ticked by for another fifteen minutes,when it suddenly dawn unto me… THERE WAS SILENCE!

Now. If you would ever dare to adventure into our abode, you’d be quickly swept into the swirl of laughter, vociferous vocals, musical sounds being practiced
in the background, phones ringing, machines humming as a washer, dryer, ovens, friends visiting and we, seemingly comfortable with our noisy style of life.
Being accustomed to the frenzy we experience as a daily occurrence, you’d probably have the sensation of stepping into a cyclone or a hurricane, never to
come back again.
Which I would appreciate and infer that you come from quieter settings and upbringing.

We have amazing children ranging in the ages of teens to over twenties and we tried our best to educate them to feel and express themselves with no inhibitions.
To love and to live in it’s true sense. We sometimes enjoy indulging in vespertinal behavior but mainly, daily life quickly wins over.
I would fain admit that I’m the culprit of this boisterous lot.

Hence,my disorientation when silence tread-ed in unabated.
Having dragged myself out of my torpor, I became aware of the pulsating sounds of a world within my own, piercing my cocoon.
I could perceive the heartbeat of a vibrating town.
Cars and lorries, following the course of their traced paths… The echoes of someone dropping brusquely a metal object in their balcony…
How silence can be treacherous!
Primarily, I could cut through silence as I would a birthday cake.
It predominated and invaded the small space I found myself in. It was total and complete. Yet, as consciousness seeped in my pores, there was the recognition that,
quietude, always vibrates with sound.

It throbs and pulsates as the heart of a newborn.

Had you climbed the highest mountain, in the hope of escaping the hubbub of the so-called civilized world, you would still be encumbered by the winds resonating through the stillness,
if you wouldn’t be in the right mindset.

Silence, is noise. Forasmuch as, without it, this” testimony of life ” would’ve gone undetected.

And without the pandemonium of our big cities, we wouldn’t have encountered or experienced, fleeting moments of nirvana.

Silence is alive.

If it would be as absolute as we’d wish it to be, long would we be gone to a dimension, where sound is, but a distant memory ( If we have one! ) Where living in the present
is not a choice but a way of being.
Where we would have fallen astern in our appreciation of the cock-crow in a barnyard or, the wail of a capricious child. We would be, confronted to a world of unmitigated stillness.
Where the soul is wrapped up in clouds of spirituality. Where,regret doesn’t have a place. Or philosophy a name. Habits and thoughts are belated pilgrims. We’d be with the knowledge that we’d
been transients unto territories that FELT familiar and convinced we were affiliated to it’s structures.

Blessed be, the occasional forays of silent resemblances, or smothered din intruding our intended worldly peace.

After pondering on that thought, I nonetheless, savored and relished every parcel of blissful, imperfect tranquility given to me. But, not-withstanding, vowed to go out for a stroll in our
beautiful town and absorb every bit of sound surrounding me!

The dense traffic, the tramways screeching on the rails, the wailing sirens of an ambulances saving in extremis lives of it’s dwellers and even my portable, blaring a cacophonous tune, as a devilish choice of my dear children who had gone unanswered too many a time.
I did all that with gladness in my step and providence’s wink ( or nod of approval ) which I interpreted by the rays of sunshine coming out after a long and freezing winter.

We live on a main artery which leads to highways conducting to many countries. The contrast between the ethereal and peaceful experience I had just encountered in my Utopian Elysium, the bedlam
created by our civilization felt like an uproar and aggression to my eardrums. But the gilded heavenly rays of warmth temptingly invite and tease me into hazarding myself into the year 2010.
We have a beautiful park running alongside our boulevard which always makes the walk thither a treat we all look forward too.

At present, I walk along the border of the park, the sounds of birds chirping, merging, with those of today’s means of transportation and find myself enjoying the quality and best of the two worlds.
The beauty of ( nearly! ) untouched nature and the luxury of our highly developed environment.
The park ends, and I saunter further and see the facades of antique houses. I admire the beauty of it’s architecture. The carving of it’s stones polished and renovated today as a token of appreciation to a rich historical past.

I see, time, effort and amounts of money we could never fathom, invested, to make every inhabitant, proud and privileged to belong to this infrastructure.
I wander straight on, sensing gratitude engulf my entire being, finding myself guided toward a museum nearby which, only it’s frontage, is a pleasure to the eyes.From there, my steps lead me, to what I call ” my ” bookstore, my treasure-cave. Rows after rows, filled with books, all sizes, colors and ages. Allowing me to blot out the ” palpitations ” of our era and soak up the tidal-wave of passions for the beauty of words, shaped, molded, carved and chiseled painstakingly by writers who’s love for perfection, overcame the tribulations that accompanied such a profession.

Book shop

Calmness descended upon me and I picked up a book on John Keats works.

Movement and noises, faded in the background and I found myself enthralled and swirled into a precarious, distant past…

But as usual, life always wins over imagination and I felt impelled back to the forces of the current moment.
The hustle and bustle of the outdoors yanks me to the verisimilitude of today’s frenzy.
I squint at the unusually persistent glare of sunlight flooding the square and opt for an empty bench inviting me to ensconce and bask in the pleasure of my new purchase.

I permeate and infuse every second of this impromptu escapade, Which brings a flavor of voyage. A wish for celebration. As a furlough from a superior to his subordinate.Prompting him to the thrill and anticipation that comes with unforeseen festivities.

I then, trace back my trajectory as if drawn by a magnet towards the confine of my own element, my fount, my shield and shelter. In the hope of basking sometime, very soon, again, in a few gifted minutes of blissful, ecstatic… SILENCE!

Thank you for taking your time to read this!