31 de julio de 2012

Quand tu étais petite, toi, tu voulais être astronaute, marchande de fleurs, de glaces et de bonbons à la fraise, mais à la fraise uniquement. Tu voulais être trapèziste, rêveuse ou chef d'orchestre. Moi, je voulais être princesse, pilote d'avion, marchande de sable et championne, mais championne de tout. Maman, elle, elle voulait être heureuse. Je crois que parfois elle l'est. Quand on est tous ensemble, je crois qu'elle l'est. Et puis, mon fils, plus tard, il veut être Zorro. 

On n'est pas devenu ce qu'on rêvait d'être, mais on s'en sorte plutôt pas mal. On rit, on joue, on apprend, on est curieux, déçu, en colère, exalté, créatif, on s'ennuie, on s'amuse, on avance, on se trompe, on profite, on est vivant, quoi! Et on vit tous ensemble.

Lisa,

Les Adoptés.

30 de julio de 2012

La voix je dirais, le son de leurs voix, c'est ça qui me manque le plus. C'est ça qu'on oublie en premier. Après, il y a les visages, plus flous, moins prècis, il reste les photos, personne ne vieillit. Même les souvenirs s'effacent, on les transforme, on les rend plus beaux. Mais la voix, une fois que tu l'as perdue, tu ne la retrouves pas. 

Marine, 

Les Adoptés.

24 de julio de 2012

Your love for me is not debatable 

Your sexual appetite's insatiable 

You never ever make me waitable, 

Delectable, inflatable you. 

You don't have problems with your weight at all 

You never steal food off my plate at all 

I never have to masturbate at all 

Unstoppable, inflatable you. 

You never seem to menstruate at all 

So you're not angry when I'm late at all 

I feel permanently felatable 

Unpoppable, inflatable you. 

With you in my arms I feel we could just float away 

With the right kind of gas I might even try it some day 

In this ocean of life I'm never afraid I might drown 

We could just float forever whatever the weather 

Whenever my inflatable lover's around. 

Your thighs and buttocks are so holdable 

You always do what you are toldable 

And if we argue you're just foldable 

Controlable consolable you. 

My mates all reckon you are suitable 

I took you 'round to watch the footable 

And Steve and Gary said you're rootable 

Refutable, commutable you.

You're never sensitive or tickley 

When I rub you my skin goes prickerly 

It's known as static electricity 

Felicity when I'm kissing you. 

Your skin is so smooth I couldn't afford you with hair

You have all the holes real girls have got plus one for the air 

Your problems are simple, I don't need my Master's in Psych 

To know if you get down I just perk you right up 

With a couple of squirts from the pump off my bike. 

You never wake up when I snore at all 

A trait which I find quite adorable 

You have a box and you are storable 

Ignorable, back-doorable you. 

Any sexual position's feasible 

Although you don't bend at the knees at all 

Your hooters are so firm and squeezable 

Increasable, un-creasable you. 

Now birth control is not an issue 

I clean it all up with a tissue 

I bet my jealous friend all wish you 

We're insatiably inflatably theirs. 

Don’t let me down. 

Don’t let me down. 

Don’t let me down. 

And I won’t let you down.

Inflatable You, 
Tim Minchin.

22 de julio de 2012

Tra tutti i giorni in cui potevi partire
Perché hai pensato proprio al lunedì.
Gli uccelli cantano, l’estate è alle porte
tempo di mare e di granite al limone.
Chissà quale fine sarcasmo d’autore
Avresti sfoderato senza giri di parole.

Viva l’Italia, il calcio, il testosterone,
gli inciuci e le buttane in preda all’ormone
a noi ci piace assai la televisione
proprio l’oggetto – dico – esposto in salone
chissà quale amara considerazione
avresti concepito in virtù del pudore.

Mandaci una cartolina e una ridente foto di te
Che prendi il sole sulla spiaggia
Con la solita camicia bianca
Ed il giornale aperto sulla pagina sportiva
Mentre stai sul bagnasciuga
Beato tra le braccia di un tramonto.

Tra tutti i giorni in cui potevi morire
Perché hai pensato proprio al lunedì
Strade caotiche e litigi agli incroci
Quanti cafoni su veicoli osceni
Chissà quale fine sarcasmo d’autore
Avresti sfoderato in questa triste occasione.

Mandaci una cartolina e una ridente foto di te
Che prendi il sole sulla spiaggia
Con la solita camicia bianca
Ed il giornale aperto sulla pagina sportiva
Mentre stai sul bagnasciuga
canticchiando una canzone romantica.

Mandaci una cartolina e una ridente foto di te
Che prendi il sole sulla spiaggia
Con la solita camicia bianca.

Mandaci una cartolina e una ridente foto di te
Mentre stai sul bagnasciuga
E cogli con stupore il nuovo giorno.



Mandaci Una Cartolina, 
Carmen Consoli.

17 de julio de 2012

Avec François, le temps file à une allure démentielle, on dirait qu'il a la capacité de sauter des jours, de créer des semaines sans jeudis. Est-ce que c'est ça le bonheur, quand il n'y a plus de jeudis?

Nathalie, 
La Délicatesse.

16 de julio de 2012

You know the best thing about necrophilia? You don't have to bring flowers. Usually, they're already there.

George Carlin.

13 de julio de 2012

- Ok, you are supposed to make me feel better, not worse.

-You are confusing me with Prozac.

Jane Bingum & Joan Rivers,

Drop Dead Diva.

12 de julio de 2012

I like the smell of petrol 

I love the taste of booze 

But I hate my love for you 

Yeah I hate my love for you 

I like Johnny Cash 

Singing "A Boy Named Sue" 

But I hate my love for you 

Yeah I hate my love for you 

You're worse that drink 

You're worse than crack 

For you they should bring hanging back 

And I should be the one to string you up 

I hate the sound of cliche 

As it begins to call 

But I hate my love for you 

Most of all 

Hate my love for you, 

hate my love for you 

I'd tell your ma 

I'd tell your pa 

But you don't come from Arkansas 

And I can't send you back where you belong 

I like the way you're standing 

In just your high heeled shoes 

But I hate my love for you 

Yeah I hate my love my love for you 

I hate my love for you 

Yeah I hate my love for you

Hate My Love,
The Proclaimers.

11 de julio de 2012

- Let me ask you, if you were a bad kisser, which one would you rather hear from your girlfriend?

A) Ew, no.

B) Would you like to profuse this pamphlet I found on kissing? or

C) How about we take a break from kissing and go get a froyo?

- As much as I love a good pamphlet, I'll go with froyo. Froyo.

Sue & Brick,
The Middle.

6 de julio de 2012

Estoy tratando de decir
Y no me salen las palabras.
Estoy tratando de decirte
Me gusta cuando me hablas.

Estoy intentando resolver 
Un complicado crucigrama 
Pregunta doce horizontal 
¿Cuando te llevo a la cama?

Estoy probando ser feliz
Y no morir en el intento
Pues sólo trato de vivir
Y disfrutar tus momentos.

Estoy intentando descubrir
Como si fuera un adivino
La fórmula del elixir
De nuestro mudo destino

Te estoy tratando de advertir
Que te manejes con cautela
Que algunos tratos en la vida
Dejan profunda secuela

Estoy tratando de cantar
Que te quiero
Que por quererte besar
Mi vida me desespero

Estoy tratando de explicar
Mis verdaderos sentimientos
Es muy difícil de lograr
Pero yo al menos lo intento
Es imposible de lograr
Pero lo intento, lo intento
Estoy tratando de decirte, mi amor,
Que te querré para siempre.



Jaime Urrutia & Andrés Calamaro, 
Tratando.