Donibane

Yesterday, love was such a easy game to play, no I need to hide away... so sang the beatles, so true... and also

in an octopus's garden in the shade, I am hiding, hiding, beneath the waves.... so true....Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen

from New Orleans, I pray, I pray everyday... 

Jigsaw puzzle pieces .. impossible to much and make sense of things now..

How come, I was so sure of myself, so sure of the path I was following, which proved to be the true attidude, duty, duty

towards everyone, cost what it will.. and it cost too much in the end and it became chaos with one star still glowing in the

middle of nowhere... the olden days, full of duty and work and righteousness...

And now chaos, nothing but something that looks that the end of time... no values, no feelings, just pleasure and artificial joy

all drowned in dance music and booze something i have created all by myself just because i wanted to live in a Disney world

where everything is wonderful, where good is better than evil and so on and so forth....

Maybe this is what hell is all about.... 

The wailers never wanted to wail... All balls just balls, bullshit... they loved life, just follow them and listen to their music... They had to wail out the hardships of life but indeed they loved LIFE itself. Just listen to them and let them float through their rhythms and then you know, you understand the very essence of the wailers....

Wailing.... just an excuse of letting steam out of their system just to say how delightful it is to wail life away as did so many before them : Beaudelaire..... les sanglots longs des violons ... sweet sweet music, just let it sing how wonderful life is, just cry it out, its joys and its sorrows all at once. No regrets, things are done, let them be..... 

 Jamaica, Europe, Africa, aren't we all wailers wailing away ?

Let's wail wail on a calypso or a blues rhythm...... it keeps the world rolling and it keeps us rocking.....sitting on the docks of the bay, watching the tide, roll away... 

Ray Charles ! How !... I don't now ! Don't tell me ! Don't ask me ! Let it be ! Let it hurt   Let it heal !

As the mighty ocean rolls away !

Just rock it over !

Smoothly !

Till the end of time !

There is no cure

For the wintertime blue

Nor for any season blue ....

Let it be !

Let it snow !

Please !

Listen to the silence of nature !

Listen to the silent noise of town life at night !

Crouching like a spider in its web,

Or a tiny mouse in its hole,

Let it be, let it be...

Let bygones be bygones

Save our souls...

Amen...... 

Here we go again,

With the autumn wind, darkness falling swiftly on the frozen town and the far off rumbling of the waves rolling the old ocean away....

She is in her winter darkness, just like the cinder kept warm by the first men on Earth. She has lost her eyesight and she cannnot hear the rumours of the world around her....she is now glowing from inside.

He is lost in his pain and his rage against the whole universe... he is burning inside.

Drowned in grief...  no tears will reach the barren land of my heart. 

Almighty God how can you allow such suffering ? Baron Saturday is haunting the deserted moor for shattered and scattered souls, sneering.

Dust to dust... ashes to ashes.... 

Sunshine, crying and longing for sunshine, for bygone spring and summer. 

Missing the light,

The happy song of birds, the sweet smell of flowers and the whistling of the summer breeze in the trees.

So much light in a jazzy piano tune. Sweet keeboard, play on... let music be the food of life.

We shall overcome... one day 

Peyrehorade-Bayonne... roule la petite voiture parmis les feuilles qui tourbillonnent dans le soleil et le vent comme autant de Louis d'or.

Dix minutes de pur bonheur !

Nouveau calque

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Je ferme les yeux sur cette magnifique journée d'été et je retrouve l'odeur des sapinettes et la chaleur du soleil sur la terrasse de la maison de Pauillac.. le chien Césare est allongé sur les dalles chaudes avec ses amis les chats Léa et Noisette. Des grands volets entrebaillés s'échappe une foule de notes de piano qui se précipitent vers la liberté de l'azur du ciel, comme les enfants après la journée à l'école.

Douce fait la sieste à l'étage, et tu dois être à l'un de tes stages, je ne sais plus lequel... les filles sont sorties se promener sans Julie qui joue du piano.

Et moi je suis assise, sur l'une des six chaises de jardin... en attendant le soir....soir-barbecue, soir-télé, soir-vélo,soir conversations sous la lune....

J'attends le crépuscule. 

No music, no noise nothing but silence.... only the waves rocking time away...

I miss you, I miss you.....

Part of me you are, part of you I am

It will always be so

I want you to know

Wherever you are.... every night I think of you..

I say  hello to you every morning...

Eeryday God makes it will be so..

And I eventually, I will pass out... because I have been waiting, waiting .. for you.. and I never lose hope of just seeing you again someday... somewhere.... where... ? This is how it is beyond things done and said and believed to be the Truth. 

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