mon jardin – ma vie…

Le jardin… – Jacques Prévert

Des milliers et des milliers d’années

Ne sauraient suffire pour dire

La petite seconde d’éternité

Où tu m’as embrassé

Où je t’ai embrassée

Un matin dans la lumière de l’hiver

Au parc Montsouris à Paris sur la terre qui est un astre…

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The Garden… – Jacques Prévert

thousands and thousands of years wouldn’t be enough

to express that tiny second of eternity

whilst you kissed me and I kissed you

one morning in the winter light

in the Montsouris park,

in Paris on this earth which is a star…

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Posted on 4 July 2014, in melanie. Bookmark the permalink. 38 Comments.

  1. Viaţa ca o gradină… să cultivi frumosul… cred că ăsta e şi sensul ei! 🙂

  2. ‘Poetry is the loveliest nickname given to life.’ A beautiful sentiment, any lover of poetry would agree. Ian

  3. Love the romance and flowers here. 🙂

  4. C’est un vrai paradis ton jardin, merci pour le partage. Bonne soirée Mélanie.

  5. I love the stroll through your garden!

  6. Reblogged this on Bienvenue chez zingara… and commented:
    Si vous aimez la poésie, allez voir son blog… Vous serez conquis! ♥

  7. Nous ne vivons que pour ces “petits moments d’éternité”. A quoi servirions-nous autrement? Seule la tendresse est un trésor. “Je donnerais tout les parfums d’Arabie… pour cette petite main là…” – Shakespeare, je crois… Bonne journée! Hervé

  8. Oh Mélanie, tu me fais sourire avec “cette petite seconde d’éternité”, c’est si joli…

  9. Doamne, minunată grădină mai aveți! Vă invidiez! Weekend cu zâmbete sincere!

  10. Ces mots de Prévert s’accompagnent bien de ces jolies fleurs Mélanie! Bonne nuit, suivie d’un agréable dimanche!

  11. J’ai aimé lire ces mots de Prévert. Il avait bien exprimé son amour pour quelqu’un.

  12. ¡Que bonito tu jardín! {Abrazos}

  13. Da frumos mai miros florile astea. Le simt mireasma pina aici!

  14. Moi aussi. Je vous embrasse, my chère, Your photos are super, super awesome. Love flowers so much. If I end up in a greenhouse or a book store, I get lost within minutes. If you know what I mean. Lovely poem and lovely post. Hugs from Canada.

    • same here, DéDé… 🙂 I could survive on a deserted island with flowers and plenty of books in the 5 languages I speak… 🙂 mille merci & friendly hugs from Toulouse! ❤

      • When I come to Toulouse, we will have to meet. 🙂

        • 😉 deal! lemme know and keep me posted, please! the world gets smaller and smaller, you know… 🙂

          • I will for sure. Do you know of any hostiles where I could stay? And I will look up where I want to go. Family heritage on maternal side is France, but I forgot the name of place.

            • “hostiles” or “hostels”?… 🙂 make up your itinerary, find out the place of your mama’s ancestors and you’ll certainly find affordable flights, transportation, lodging, but… everything’s cheaper before mid-June and after the beginning of September… we’ll keep in touch, O.K. 🙂

              • Sorry about my spelling. I can’t believe it. When I was young, I was the best at spelling. Now?… downhill all the way. 🙂 Yes, we will keep in touch.

                • well, Dr Freud would say it’s been more a “lapsus”(acte manqué) than a spelling mistake… 🙂 I’m a language teacher, some say I have an eagle’s eyesight(LOL!), but it’s usually called “déformation professionnelle”… 🙂 have a pleasant Sunday, friendly thoughts and c u asap! 🙂

  15. Le jardin, une part de notre vie. You are a poliglot, so you must understand the following verses of Angelus Silesius:”Die Rose, welche hier/ dein äusseres Auge sieht,/ sie hat in Ewigkeit/in Gott also geblüht”. Je vous embrasse, chère Melanie

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