This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.

Leaves of Grass, 1855
Walt Whitman

summer is where my heart is. far from here. unbreakable.

RAPHAËL Haroche

RAPHAËL : Caravane - Taratata
TARATATA N°171 (Tour. 08/03/05 - Dif. 14/05/2005)

Mots-clés : caravane raphael chanson française caravanes 171

Video de mytaratata

What an inspiring song. I'm so fortunate to have discovered this musician, if not, a poet. Has been on my play-list for the past two months.

Est-ce que j'en ai les larmes aux yeux
Que nos mains ne tiennent plus ensemble
Moi aussi je tremble un peu
Est-ce que je ne vais plus attendre

Est-ce qu'on va reprendre la route
Est-ce que nous sommes proches de la nuit
Est-ce que ce monde a le vertige
Est-ce qu'on sera un jour puni

Est-ce que je rampe comme un enfant
Est-ce que je n'ai plus de chemise
C'est le Bon Dieu qui nous fait
C'est le Bon Dieu qui nous brise

Est-ce que rien ne peut arriver
Puisqu'il faut qu'il y ait une justice
Je suis né dans cette caravane
Et nous partons allez viens
Allez viens

Et parce que ma peau est la seule que j'ai
Que bientôt mes os seront dans le vent
Je suis né dans cette caravane
Et nous partons allez viens
Allez viens

Allez viens

There is also a formal video for Caravane.

Another great one is Le Petit Train, Je Sais Que La Terre Est Plate, and a wonderful instrumental, Transsibérien.

PATRICE - you always you

When I look into your eyes
I can feel the sun come rise
it seems like you give me the things I
I have been missing in my life,
the things I give up for search cause
I thought things i'm not going to find,
but how could I find when there's no light in my nights,
I´m Saying how could I find when there're just clouds and no sunshine
you fill me up with joy and every moment's a surprise
you set me free from Babylon, you make me leave this place for miles
you´re no illusion, say no you are the truth,
never forget
It´s you always you, you always you, you always you,
na na na na na na na yeah, mhhh
It's you always you my sweet dream

yes you are my earth
and you make me give birth to melodies and thoughtsenliven by your love
I am a global villager but you give me home
wherever I may wander wherever I may roam
while I write this ya song the world around me disappears
I dip into my thoughts and I say this ya noiseless prayer
lord of lords and king of kings, say ...

conquering lion, Jah Jah almighty one who arts in the mount Zion
I beg you: guide and protect the woman me calls queen of queens
and dream of dreams as an reflection of Patrice.
You're right the words district the sense but I think you know what I mean,
I mean what I really mean, when I call you my sweet dream..
na na na na na na na yeah mhhh it's you always you my sweet dream

In the Breakign of the Sun

(August 2009)

In the breaking of the sun,
These hues embrace the essence of whatever is left of our lives.
A dull and grey sky hangs over the city, concealing the sunrise.

I breathe in with the greatest enthusiasm -
reveling in the most honest time of the day.
The city awakens, and we are just about to sleep.

These ungodly hours of the morning, the only time when everything makes sense.

LIVE

A few days ago at the pharmacy, I overheard two old women, who happened to be strangers, talking about their younger years in England (a coincidence that tied them in this conversation). Then with the deepest sadness laced with a hint of amusement one said:

"...there is so much I wanted to do".

I found this photo today, and it reminded me of that moment.

source: englishrussia.com

(2009)

In the back of my mind, a realization dawns.

Certain things in life were meant for me to cultivate, others, not so much. What is this that I seek? Constantly pushing and pulling on something. This is the cage I have involuntarily built around me. An antithesis? What if, the very thing that you strive for, the ultimate goal in your life – the fixation that you have constructed in your mind – this very thing – is not you?


What has happened along the road, have I really lost myself and the very purpose of my being? What is it?

What does it take to be happy?


This revelation – in the palm of my hand.