Addio, Juliette Gréco, neanch’io ho più vent’anni

Non monsieur je n’ai pas vingt ans Non Monsieur, je n’ai pas vingt ansVingt ans, c’est l’âge durCe n’est pas le meilleur des tempsJe sais, je l’ai vécuJ’ai dansé sur quelques volcansTroué quelques souliersAvec mes rêves et mes tourmentsJ’ai fait mes oreillersEt je dis encore aujourd’hui :Je suis comme je suis Oui, je me souviens… Read More Addio, Juliette Gréco, neanch’io ho più vent’anni

Paul Simon: “The Boxer” (2.Analysis –second part)

For the first part see here:Paul Simon: “The Boxer” (2.Analysis – first part) Verse 4 Now the years are rolling by methey are rockin’ evenlyI am older than I once wasand younger than I’ll be and that’s not unusual.No it isn’t strangeafter changes upon changeswe are more or less the sameafter changes we are more or… Read More Paul Simon: “The Boxer” (2.Analysis –second part)


Summer for thee grant I may beWhen summer days are flown!Thy music still when whippoorwillAnd oriole are done! For thee to bloom, I’ll skip the tombAnd sow my blossoms o’er!Pray gather me, Anemone,Thy flower forevermore! Emily Dickinson – Poems (1858) In this poem Emily Dickinson claims that love can do anything. Even death becomes nothing,… Read More Anemone