LALIQUE

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Claude

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Once more the peninsular bears witness
to our final meeting
withered now, cruel and cold:
the voyeur dessimated and soon to be exposed

he takes the boy as his own to prove his life was not in vain.

But, you know,
I can see the flowers wilting
and the sweat run free
I have seen your clothes dishevelled, the light leave your body and mind;

I swear, I have seen the decay of the angel
right in front of me

when proved wrong
(and both were blinded now)
he sought out the girl we wept for
days and years ago
only to find
she did not know us anymore
and although the garden was sacred
and the moon was faint and waxed

we could see the angel decayed
right in front of me.



See you in 5 years.

Whether in success or failure, sooner or later time must lead to disillusionment...

I don't like it but I guess I'm learning
I never saw you but I'm sure I heard it though I don't remember
of course
I don't remember
the lurch of the train
who we saw and when
taking a dive and thinking about it on the way down

when did you decide to take me home?

Swinging punches
never meant to land
you know, I'm violent by design
but I'm working without a plan
we said
- I'd have her, her and her
but I don't fancy yours much, love

when did you decide to take me home?

Thieves in the night
appear without warning
though they saw me coming a mile away
flanked by gommen
till you were horse
I was only having fun
so leave me here
I won't remember
of course
I won't remember

when did you decide to take me home?

Whether in success or failure, sooner or later time must lead to disillusionment...

Glove slaps and hand claps,
you turn your face from me
though in my mind your picture doesn't change;
the dates stay the same
until you come back around

pink frost and rings lost,
you've started to forget my name
but it'll come to you again
like a word you've never heard,
echoing in your mind


and though I don't say so often,
it's not your fault at all;
and, while my dreams may think different,
I don't miss you anymore.


Earthquakes and dull aches;
bruises that won't heal
I'm on the outside of things but I've found away in:
it's been tested but found insecure;
haven't we all?

January's cold but that Easter was bold,
though it's hard to remember how young we were then;
cavorting and crying in houses now comdemned,
though they'll always stand in my head

and though I don't say so often,
it's not your fault at all
and, while my dreams think different,
I don't miss you any more


Red rain and forgotten pain,
people move on...
and someday I'll be one

Whether in success or failure, sooner or later time must lead to disillusionment...

Que faire quand on ne sait plus vivre ?
Se noyer dans les livres ?
Ou faut-il qu'on s'enivre ?
Vite ! Que le vin nous délivre !

"This is very good, but please don't do it again." - Grandma on my roasted camembert recipe

Time is a traitor and a thief
A cruel beast that leaves us no relief
Under its rule our pleasures seem so brief
But endless seem our many griefs!

"This is very good, but please don't do it again." - Grandma on my roasted camembert recipe

I spent an embarrassing (and fruitless) period of time trying to translate that into English at work today before I found the other version underneath.

Still, it beat paying attention to the task at hand.


And, yeah, my thoughts exactly old chum.

Whether in success or failure, sooner or later time must lead to disillusionment...

These are two completely different poems, actually .

"This is very good, but please don't do it again." - Grandma on my roasted camembert recipe

Wow, that 48 percent in School Cert French I achieved in 2000 was really worthless, wasn't it?

Could you translate the former then?

Whether in success or failure, sooner or later time must lead to disillusionment...

I'll try. I may have to resort to easy rhymes, though.

"This is very good, but please don't do it again." - Grandma on my roasted camembert recipe