There are many roads we travel And probably most we leave behind We continue to walk ahead of us New fresh roads we want to find And sometimes we wonder If we took the best road we could If we could erase them and start over We often think perhaps we would Some roads we…
Et leur sang rouge ruisselle Même couleur même éclat Celui qui croyait au ciel Celui qui n’y croyait pas Il coule il coule il se mêle À la terre qu’il aima Pour qu’à la saison nouvelle Mûrisse un raisin muscat (Extrait de “La Rose et le Réséda” de Louis Aragon)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy…
While this new year is mystery, The last one has become history. I’m first happy I made it throw, And more happy that you did too. I made it throw another year, That once was mystery and fear. Now I have lived it all, it’s over and gone I’m left with memories, a lot of…
You are not your age, Nor the size of clothes you wear, You are not a weight, Or the colour of your hair. You are not your name, Or the dimples in your cheeks, You are all the books you read, And all the words you speak, You are your croaky morning voice, And the…
Love is always the answer, love is always the way, Despite the vicious things they could think or say. Even if they do burn it all down to the ground, Start building, show them the peace you found. Always look for a better future, a brighter day, Be sure that being nice and good does…
Heartless people made our hearts sad, Horrible things happened, they went real mad, You can almost smell it, death is in the air, They’re monsters, about life they don’t care, Paris is soiled with blood tonight, Darkness took over the city of light, Friday night went extremely wrong, Lethal bullets have interrupted the song, Tunsia…
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better To paint a picture, or write a letter, Bake a cake, or plant a seed; Ponder the difference between want and need? Dust if you must, but there’s not much time, With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb; Music to hear, and books to read;…
Exposing your wounds, expressing what you feel, To a caring friend that helps you heal, Warm enough, to understand what you endure, With a tender hand, that reaches with the cure, Somehow, letting it out, eases the pain, Kind words are felt like a peaceful rain. (By Saber BEN MIMOUN,09/08/2015, for my Friend Héli)
When I have ceased to break my wings Against the faultiness of things, And learned that compromises wait Behind each hardly opened gate, When I have looked Life in the eyes, Grown calm and very coldly wise, Life will have given me the Truth, And taken in exchange my youth. [Sara Teasdale]