Walls of Dreams

Nov 25, 2014

WALLS OF DREAMS

Bluet Rag (Mvt 2) ~ The New England Ragtime Suite ~ Aaron Robinson

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THIS and THAT comes from a song and prayers of my family fighting for their faithfullness together and for our uncle who is a fireman who gave his life for saving others, love his mother and his family in Montreal, Canada. This reminds me my mother's voice when I appeared to her doorstep feeling sick and she'd talked to me forever about everything till I'd fall asleep. This reminds me of my husband that for an instant he made me feel loved in being together again with our children. This reminds me of the real loving I still have to learn to invest for my heart alone. Songs is part of a music our mind, our body and soul makes us react for life to survive and to be free again and together again. This reminds me of my father telling me everything I have to tell back to my mother to make sure she understands his loving to her. Life is not fair but we can not change who we are neither change the world. We accept our parents and let them learn to love us. We must never trash away what is there for us to accept.

Jan 25, 2013

"The Way I Am" - (official music video) INGRID MICHAELSON -

The Way I Am

Help me build my Community

Get directions to Cowansville

They are loving, they are clowns, they are funny.

I just fell in love with their nature.

Do you know how to do this.

Do you know how to hang them out and do proper fund raising.

Do you know how to eat your vegetables in their gardens
in the summer time.

Have you ever seen people dancing like them.

Have you caught them celebrating their perfection in sneaking your camera.

Did you see them sick and feel awful for them.

Did you walk in their streets where you get lost.

Did you purchase the most beautiful things you could ever find in a garage sale.

Did you see my castles. Did you hear them play music.

Did you see them have fun in their own hurt
for them to change their mind to forget things.

Did you see them get judged by a society.

Have you red lately the most wonderful love stories
there is here in my whole country from old newspapers.

It is right here.

Did you see them go fishing before the rain.

Them they know how.

Did you see the young ones learn how to do fantasy skating.

There is no room to laugh, you have to be part with them.

Did you see the most wonderful good looking people in their textiles.

It's all right here happening.

Did you think sometimes you are jealous,
were you hurt in your heart from someone
not being perfect for you,
did you cry because you are not like before,
it all comes from here.

Did you ever play real games.

Did you work double shifts all your life for almost nothing.

Were you negotiated on your perfections and criticized on your own ways.

Did you gain any sicknesses lately.
Did you get away with it in our nature.

Did you get stuck into fantasizing someone on television in one of our neighbors films.
That is where it comes from, right here.

Did you ever get in trouble for ever.

We are students and we have competitive prices since we are still at school.
But it will cost you to see us having fun with us.
Don't try to send us a bill afterwards.
Don't even try to sell them something they think they build on their own.
Even if it is true. They will never pay you back.
You must learn something new, this is where they make it for you.
You can visit us at any time, you can take an appointment for the professionals.

Animals don't only live in Zoos here. They live in real nature.

Come on over and visit our artists in their homes.
Or pick yourself up some fresh fruits for less than half the price you are paying.
This is the region.

You want to fall in love again.
Rent yourself a room or a home.
Get yourself some wood for double the price
We pay for your luxury for visiting us.
Go skying or sliding or even go and listen to our local music to all tastes.
See some fresh flowers hanging at the doors of our boutiques in February.

You will never see this nowhere.
Just check things out on the map.
You will not go back home empty handed.
This is no luxury for you to visit us, this is home.
This is a place to rest and feel wonderful.
This is a place where everyone came visit at least once.
Just check our embroideries, or our special mittens.
Everything is hand made from special local animal wool's, and textiles.
Check out our jewelry and our nice little purses.

You will drool for coming back even just to buy you a snack for you to remember.

Look I am here.

You can access our localities by buses from all over
or even take your car we have lots of parking space
for you to spend the day at the lake.
Come and enjoy yourselves.
It looks like nothing but wait and see from all localities
of Brome-Missisquoi. Tourism

An artist does not possess a right for others.

Just remember this.
Maybe you'll find things which are similar
and trees which look alike.
Maybe you will find people who looks at you strangely.
Just remember they are real.
I told you so. Cowansville city

If you are cold, if you are board come on over. Geography

Cowansville, QC
They are our friends.

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Mar 16, 2012

Build a Community

Life knows no age nor time.

Youth will ever set out to seek fortune.

Man will ever fight for the love of Woman.

Kings will threaten - Queens weep -

Ministers Conspire

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Mar 5, 2012

Scarborough Fair

I was born here, what else did they do

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework
(Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Tell her to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme
(Washed is the ground with so many tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strand
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there

She once was a true love of mine

Once There was Gentiles

We had to invent new ways and a way to save them

We built a school

We taught them the world of marvels

Since all what they knew was their families, their culture and their love

We taught them how to draw

We taught them to love children

We taught them to care

We taught them nature a different ways

We taught them how to receive and accept

A glory of themselves

The kitchen mess

Peppers

Fruits

The pear

The Strings

A Garden

Tools

Copper

A box to keep our hearts

Thread for the road

A corner to live

Le Plat du Jour

Spreads of Glover honey

The Strings they were

A handbag full

They taught the world how to work

As Farmers

As the old ways

For memory

And wishes

Then they went their ways

For them to teach us too

A study

Missisquoi Museum

THIS AND THAT FOR US TO REMEMBER

Mar 7, 2011

The Rights (and Wrongs) of Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring

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Feb 16, 2009

LES FEUILLES MORTES, C'EST UNE CHANSON, C'EST UNE NAISSANCE ET LA VI

Mais la vie

Nous sépare

Tout doucement

Sans faire de bruit

Toi tu m'aimais, moi je t'aimais

Et nous vivions, tous deux ensemble

Toi tu m'aimais

Moi qui t'aimais

Qui nous ressemble

C'est une chanson

LES FEUILLES MORTES, C'EST UNE CHANSON, C'EST UNE NAISSANCE,

Oh, je voudais tant que tu te souviennes
Des jours heureux où nous étions amis
En ce temps-là la vie était plus belle
Et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui.

Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi.

Et le vent du Nord les emporte,
Dans la nuit froide de l'oubli.
Tu vois je n'ai pas oublié,
La chanson que tu me chantais...

Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi,
Mais mon amour silencieux et fidèle
Sourit toujours et remercie la vie.

Je t'aimais tant, tu étais si jolie,
Comment veux-tu que je t'oublie?
En ce temps-là la vie était plus belle
Et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui.

Tu étais ma plus douce amie
Mais je n'ai que faire des regrets.
Et la chanson que tu chantais,
Toujours, toujours je l'entendrai.

C'est une chanson qui nous ressemble,
Toi tu m'aimais, moi je t'aimais
Et nous vivions, tous deux ensemble,
Toi qui m'aimais, moi qui t'aimais.

Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment,
Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Les pas des amants désunis.

C'est une chanson qui nous ressemble,
Toi tu m'aimais et je t'aimais
Et nous vivions tous deux ensemble,
Toi qui m'aimais, moi qui t'aimais.

Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment,
Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Les pas des amants désunis
Oh! I would like as much as you remember
The happy days where we were friends.
In this time the life was more beautiful,
And the sun more burning than today.
The dead leaves collected with the shovel.
You see, I did not forget...
The dead leaves collected with the shovel,
The memories and the regrets also
And the wind of North carries them
In the cold night of the lapse of memory.
You see, I did not forget
The song that you sang me.

[ Refrain: ]
This is a song which resembles to us.
You, you loved me and I loved you
And we lived both together,
You who loved me, me who loved you.
But the life separate those which love themselves,
All softly, without making noise
And the sea erases on the sand
The Steps of divided lovers.

The dead leaves collected with the shovel,
The memories and the regrets also
But my quiet and faithful love
Smiles always and thanks the life
I loved you so much, you was so pretty.
Why do you want that I forget you ?
In this time, the life was more beautiful
And the sun more burning than today.
You were my softer friend
But I don't have only to make regrets
And the song than you sang,
Always, always I will hear it !

"Les Feuilles Mortes" est écrit par un poète français surréaliste, Jacques Prévert.

En 1945, Prévert écrit le film script "Les Portes de la Nuit" (a film de Marcel Carné - 1946),

un ballet "Le Rendez-Vous" créé par Roland Petit in 1945.

Les deux première versions de la chanson donne le titre : "Les enfants qui s'aiment s'embrassent debout/contre les Portes de la Nuit". Jean Gabin et Marlene Dietrich ont accepté de jouer les deux et enfin ils changent vers une autre réalisation : "Martin Roumagnac".

Un jeune chansonnier présenté par Edith Piaf :

Yves Montand joue le pessimiste dans un film et chante : "Les Feuilles Mortes".

Cette musique est créé, avant, par Joseph Kosma, ballet "Le Rendez-Vous" in 1945,

et Monsieur Prévert écrit, après, les mots du film.

Le poème est publié, après la mort de Jacques Prévert, dans le livre "Soleil de Nuit" in 1980.

COMMENTAIRE

Je peux t'écrire encore

Je peux t'écrire encore mais cela ne sert à rien. Je t’aplatis pour être chez-nous

dans nos racines telle que des maisons qui ont subsisté par la gêne d'un passé. Pour l'histoire que nous devons raconter encore et recommencer. Ce sont des études. Ce sont des recherches et une connaissance de compréhensions. L'espoir de survivre dans un pays unis et enfanté par le chagrin et l'ennuie de légendes qui doivent subsister. Il n'y pas rien à dire je te le répéterai toujours que nous devons aimer la seconde génération, notre filiation, les reconnaître dans nos parents. Les aimer tendrement.

Courir dans l'univers de nos vies pour les unir toujours. Pour que nos murs puissent

s'écrire toujours et former un présent réel. Est-ce l'éducation ou est-ce l'amour qui fait apparence de nos lois. La justesse existera dans nos enfants et ceux qui suivrons. L'amour est une histoire d'un passé que nous réalisons pour notre vie.

Il n'y aura jamais de preuve pour eux pour nous découvrir. Ils seront toujours des

étrangers. Nous n'avons qu'une vie à vivre et la vivre pleinement nous demande l'investissement tel qu'une invention de Einstein qui s'est défendu par la compréhension. Celle d'être vrai. Celle de l'honnêteté. Celle de la matière. Celle de la vérité si nous devons apparaître. Seulement ceux qui nous succéderont pourrons raconter une succession.

Tu veux me dire que tu veux défier ceci. Non jamais c'est impossible. Les légendes existent. Les pays existent et l'océan fait l'espace entre les continents et rien ne peux jamais changer ces histoires, cette évolution de nos histoires et de la vie. C'est l'amour, la décence et le plaisir qui font de nous des êtres humains. La culture et les Arts aiment autant le plaisir d'être aimé. Le jour ou la naissance fait naître encore l'amour. Nous devons prendre le temps d'inventer la vie qui succède. Le jour ou nous avons créé un pont pour s'unir c'est que nous avons compris nos limites.

L'amour existe seulement dans ce que nous voulons bien évoluer et discrètement raconter. Un prince existe pour régner et l'oiseau qui s'envole doit s'écrire encore pour parjurer nos lois qui lui permet la liberté. La définition de la connaissance est celle que nous portons pour aimer. Afin de reconnaître seulement ceux que l'on aime et ceux qui nous ont aimé. L'amour ne s'invente pas. l'amour s'étale tel que la vie nous apparaît au bout de notre nez. De ceux que nous admirons et la conscience de comprendre ceux qui nous sont soumis. De dicter la critique est une désobéissance de temps et d'un questionnement. Lorsque nous reconnaissons ceux qui nous ont choisis, nous avons compris la vie. Nous pouvons mourir ou choisir encore la liberté.