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2009-09-27T18:09:00+02:00
2009-09-27T18:09:00+02:00
Janeczka Dabrowski ... j'ose à peine développer tant le sujet est vaste...
<p><strong>Janeczka Dabrowski</strong>...</p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><img src="http://pavupapri.hautetfort.com/media/02/01/1322134515.JPG" alt="howza?" id="media-2003523" style="border-width: 0; float: right; margin: 0.2em 0 1.4em 0.7em;" />j'ose à peine développer tant le sujet est vaste !<br /> en un mot, cette fille est folle... j'aime autant, oui.</p> <p style="text-align: justify;">le genre touche-à-tout qui fait des mots, des sons, de la vidéo, du chant, des vertes et des plus mûres...<br /> un clin d'oeil s'imposait depuis qu'elle n'administre plus le site d'écriture ludique du <a href="http://samedidefi.canalblog.com/archives/janeczka/index.html" title="atteindre à la source...">"Défi du samedi"</a> pour cause de sûr-ménage outre-manchatlantique.</p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><strong>les paroles</strong> sont les siennes ; je les ai agrémentées d'un jus sonore - vu comment que tfasson, déjà, ça swinguait...<br /> allez, soyez curieux, -zeu !<br /> <span style="color: #3366ff;">('pi, je teste la fonctionnalité Ht&Ft sur ce coup-là) </span></p> <p><br /> <img src="http://static.hautetfort.com/backend/graphics/insert-multimedia.jpg" alt="http://pavupapri.hautetfort.com/media/00/02/1452628915.mp3" /><br /> <span style="color: #050505;">NAYGHTTIME</span> <span style="color: #888888;">dev</span> <span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: andale mono, times;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #888888;"><span style="font-family: verdana, geneva;"><span style="font-family: verdana, geneva;">©2009 DUKOU ZUMIN &ditions</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: andale mono, times;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #888888;"><span style="font-family: verdana, geneva;"><span style="font-family: verdana, geneva;"><span data-ft="{"type":"name"}" class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Janeczka-Dabrowski/110858389891?ref=mf" onclick="ft("4:9:38:110858389891::::0::::125818647873");"><span style="color: #3b5998;"><strong>Janeczka Dabrowski</strong></span></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /> <span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: andale mono, times;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #888888;"><span style="font-family: verdana, geneva;"><span style="font-family: verdana, geneva;"><span data-ft="{"type":"name"}" class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=125818647873" onclick="ft("4:9:38:110858389891::::0::::125818647873");"><span style="color: #3b5998; font-size: x-small;">Nighttime in the daytime</span></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p> <div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"><span style="color: #02040a;">It's nightime in the daytime<br /> It’s raining minor chords<br /> On a major city<br /> <br /> The corner café calls you out<br /> You can feel the time is right<br /> And the streets whisk you away<br /> <br /> Clouds closing in like grey walls<br /> But somehow, you feel at home<br /> A blanket of rain as you walk<br /> <br /> Contem<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span></span><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="color: #02040a;">plating the world<br /> Wet and weary, but warm<br /> And contented at heart<br /> <br /> The smell of coffee mesmerizing your senses<br /> Clearing your spirit<br /> Making you more focused<br /> <br /> Feeding your thoughts, your soul<br /> You drown yourself in a cup<br /> Of hot, black gold<br /> <br /> Kicking out your confusions<br /> And keeping you in that<br /> Creative state of mind<br /> <br /> And you let the words flow<br /> Consistently, relentlessly writing<br /> Because it feels right<br /> <br /> Closing time, comforted, calm,<br /> Your head full of dreams<br /> You go back home in a reverie<br /> <br /> And you toss stars in the sky<br /> Hang out with the moon<br /> - It’s daytime in the nightime again</span></span></div> <p><span class="text_exposed_show">______________________________</span></p> <p><span class="text_exposed_show">j'ai traduit ça comme ça...</span></p> <p><span class="text_exposed_show"><strong><span style="color: #3366ff;">NUIT EN PLEIN JOUR</span></strong></span></p> <p><span class="text_exposed_show">Il fait nuit en plein jour<br /> Des accords mineurs pleuvent<br /> sur une cité majeure</span></p> <p><span class="text_exposed_show">Le café du coin te réclame au-dehors<br /> Tu sens bien que c'est le moment<br /> et les rues t'embarquent aussi sec</span></p> <p><span class="text_exposed_show">Des nuages s'approchent comme des murs gris<br /> N'empêche... tu es dans ton élément<br /> une couverture de pluie sur ton pas</span></p> <p><span class="text_exposed_show">Ici, plutôt contem... platif<br /> mouillé, maladif, mais chaud<br /> et plein au coeur</span></p> <p><span class="text_exposed_show">L'odeur du café happe tes sens<br /> clarifie ton esprit<br /> te rendant la vue</span></p> <p><span class="text_exposed_show">Nourrissant tes pensées, ton âme<br /> Tu te noies dans une tasse<br /> de noir et chaud or</span></p> <p><span class="text_exposed_show">Expulsant tes troubles<br /> pour te concentrer<br /> dans cette disposition créative</span></p> <p><span class="text_exposed_show">Et tu laisses les mots couler<br /> écrivant constamment, sans relâche<br /> parce que ça fait du bien</span></p> <p><span class="text_exposed_show">A la fermeture, réconforté, calme,<br /> la tête pleine de songes<br /> tu rentres chez toi en plein délire</span></p> <p><span class="text_exposed_show">Et tu jettes des étoiles au ciel<br /> Et tu traînes avec la lune<br /> - il fait jour à nouveau en pleine nuit.</span></p> <div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"><span style="color: #3366ff;">d'après <em><a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=125818647873" title="vidéo sur FACE BOOOO"><span style="color: #3366ff;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Nighttime in the daytime</span></span></a></em> de J. Dabrowski.</span><br /></div>
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Who Knew? - The Colors of Love
tag:pavupapri.hautetfort.com,2008-08-09:1746886
2008-08-09T18:52:00+02:00
2008-08-09T18:52:00+02:00
de retour d'Outre-Manche - j'ai fait vite, hein ? je vous...
<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #808080;"><em><a title="atteindre/reach... Veronica ROMM" href="http://veronicaromm.wordpress.com/" target="_self"><img id="media-1212076" style="border-width: 0; margin: 0.7em 0;" src="http://pavupapri.hautetfort.com/media/01/02/1517853297.2.jpg" alt="seasons.jpg" name="media-1212076" /></a></em></span></div><span style="color: #888888;"><em>de retour d'Outre-Manche - j'ai fait vite, hein ? je vous rapporte ces quelques lignes et ce tableau trouvé sur</em> "Who Knew?" <em>pour un post intitulé</em> 'Colors of Love'<em>. en voici le texte original, auteure :</em> <strong>Veronica ROMM</strong><em>.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p><span style="color: #339966;">The fresh green of the grass.</span></p><p><span style="color: #339966;">Your touch on my skin.</span></p><p><span style="color: #339966;">Our limbs entwined on the park lawn</span></p><p><span style="color: #339966;">as the breeze blows around us.</span></p><p><span style="color: #339966;">Hearts are dancing again.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color: #3366ff;">The crisp blue of the water.</span></p><p><span style="color: #3366ff;">Your touch on my skin.</span></p><p><span style="color: #3366ff;">Waves crashing around us.</span></p><p><span style="color: #3366ff;">It is love we’ve been granted and</span></p><p><span style="color: #3366ff;">We have both given in.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color: #ff6600;">The leaves falling yellow, orange, and red.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff6600;">Wanting your touch on my skin.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff6600;">I am chilled, dry to the bone,</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff6600;">Where have you been?</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color: #800000;">The red roaring fire.</span></p><p><span style="color: #800000;">Feeling your touch on my skin.</span></p><p><span style="color: #800000;">Snow falling outside the window</span></p><p><span style="color: #800000;">while you’re keeping me warm,</span></p><p><span style="color: #800000;">Yet now only in this dream.</span></p><p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #808080;">Copyright ©2008</span> <a title="atteindre/reach..." href="http://veronicaromm.wordpress.com/" target="_self"><span style="color: #ffffff; background-color: #cc99ff;"><strong>Veronica ROMM</strong></span></a> </p><p>_______________________________________</p><p><em>et ma correspondance...</em></p><p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #008000;">verte, ma main dans ton pot<br />verse<br />de l'eau<br />le printemps, bientôt</span></p><p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #ffcc00;">l'or, ange<br />coule des statues bien étranges<br />que l'été en ronde range</span></p><p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #ff0000;">ce qui bouge<br />dans la furie rouge<br />de l'automne embrasé<br />pardi, mes pieds</span></p><p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #3366ff;">le froid n'est pas blanc, mais bleu<br />disent tes yeux<br />à l'hiver malheureux</span></p><p style="padding-left: 30px; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #999999;">© 2008 DUKOU ZUMIN &ditions TwalesK</span></p>