“Pour vivre heureux, vivons cachés…”(Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian)

motto:”Pour vivre heureux, vivons cachés.”(Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian)

après l’été torride voici septembre et sa palette multicolore, le mois de la tendresse et des moments paisibles où les amoureux récoltent la joie qu’ils ont semée le printemps dernier… à la fin-août, je t’ai gravé des mots d’amour avec des étoiles sur le front argenté et sur les épaules, elles te tiendront chaud pendant mon absence… des images magiques de bonheur profond dont le parfum m’envahit – silhouettes frêles, élégantes et gracieuses, leurs pétales sont soudés par des sentiments authentiques et une complicité durable – symphonie des couleurs et de la connaissance de soi… la mélodie de l’été danse avec mes pensées… 🙂

à l’aube, je voudrais marcher pieds-nus dans l’herbe, attentivement afin de ne pas t’écraser l’ombre… je garderai mes yeux fermés pour sentir les premiers rayons du soleil et je te sourirai parmi les fleurs encore vivantes… j’imagine la vie comme les touches d’un piano qui se laissent caresser par nos mains, les notes valsent sur mes tempes dans un refrain espiègle pendant que mes émotions avancent doucement vers une ambiance cristalline… la chaleur de ton regard-ambre m’a fait pousser des ailes de sterne arctique pour m’envoler vers le monde du silence où il pleut avec de nouvelles surprises, envies, gestes aléatoires et intemporels… j’aperçois des passions inconnues, nomades, rebelles qui se redessinent au-delà de notre horizon… 🙂
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Voici que la saison décline… – Victor Hugo

Voici que la saison décline,
L’ombre grandit, l’azur décroît.
Le vent fraîchit sur la colline,
L’oiseau frissonne, l’herbe a froid.
Août contre Septembre lutte,
L’océan n’a plus d’alcyon,
Chaque jour perd une minute,
Chaque aurore pleure un rayon.
La mouche comme prise au piège,
Est immobile à mon plafond;
Et comme un blanc flocon de neige
Petit à petit, l’été se fond…
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motto:”To live happy, let’s live hidden.”(Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian)

after the hot summer here’s September with its colorful easel – month of tenderness and peaceful moments when lovers harvest the joy they’ve sown last spring… by the end of August, I’ve engraved love words and stars upon your shoulders and your silvery forehead – they’ll keep you warm while I’m away… magical images of intense happiness whose fragrance invades me – frail, elegant and graceful silhouettes, their petals are welded by genuine feelings and long-lasting complicity – colour symphony of self-knowledge… summer’s melody is dancing with my thoughts… 🙂

at dawn, I’d like to walk barefoot and carefully over the grass to avoid crushing your shadow… I’d keep my eyes closed to feel the first sun beams and I’d smile to you among the flowers still alive… I picture life as piano keys that let themselves cuddled by our hands, while notes waltz upon my temples with a playful tune, my emotions slowly heading for a crystal clear ambiance… the warmth of your amber eyes has made ​​me grow Arctic tern wings to fly off to the realm of silence where it rains with surprises, desires, random and timeless gestures… I catch sight of unknown, hectic and rebel passions showing up beyond our horizon… 🙂
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September… – John Updike

The breezes taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel –
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
Chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze…

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Posted on 31 August 2014, in melanie. Bookmark the permalink. 39 Comments.

  1. A grand picture into fall’s entrance. 🙂

  2. Our Summer started so late, Melanie, that seeing our trees’ leaves turn color already is not a pleasant sight. Even so, this is a beautiful time of the year.

    • yep, I do recall your short summer… I’ve always liked Fall, kinda “Indian summer” here like in North America… have a splendid and delicious September, Gianni! 🙂

  3. J’adore le proverbe “pour vivre heureux, vivons cachés. ” Difficile maintenant de rester longtemps cachés. L’automne est une saison magnifique et magique. En Nouvelle Angleterre elle est exceptionnelle. Et puis Victor Hugo, ah, c’est toute mon enfance, mon amour des livres et des mots que je lui dois. Merci, Mélanie. Et bel automne.

    • oui, tu as raison: difficile de vivre “cachés”, mais la phrase est une boutade de l’époque où le mot “internet”(et ses “dérivés”!) n’existait pas… 🙂 j’adore Hugo depuis le lycée et je le relis épisodiquement… merci pour ta visite, tonnes d’inspiration et bonne chance dans toutes tes activités…

  4. L’été se termine, ce n’est pas grave on ne l’a pas vu cette année, magnifiques couleurs d’automne sur tes photos. 🙂 Bonne soirée Mélanie.

  5. Merci pour ce bon moment, Mélanie. J’ai adoré Hugo et la musique de Tiersen, que Charlotte, l’aînée de mes petites filles, joue au piano, à la perfection. Merci encore. Bonne soirée! Hervé

  6. Settembre… un mese ricco di colori e di frutti. Dopo aver letto pensieri e poesia su questo mese sono rimasti affascinato dalle immagini che hai pubblicato.

    • buona sera e mille grazie, GP! sono contenta che il mio post e le mie foto ti è piaciuto… un mese di settembre colorato con ottimismo, prosperità e sogni realizzati… 🙂

  7. Nu era “prost” de loc, Florian, dar unde să te mai ascunzi în ziua de azi?! 😀

  8. When I lived in California I always felt I missed out on seasons as our climate was so neutral. Now that is even more so the case living in Florida. When I do get to areas with fall foliage I am especially thankful for their beauty. Great picture of you as well… beauty in another form… and did one of those pictures show honeysuckle? For a moment it brought me back to my childhood when we would taste the bit of nectar from the flower, thinking we had just struck gold.

    • I’ve always liked Fall and I think its colors are gorgeous! 🙂 yes, it’s honeysuckle(in French: chèvrefeuille = goat’s leaf!) – quite common and popular here, I love its fragrance in “eau-de-toilette” and gel-douche… last but not least: as a kid, I would taste its nectar, too! 🙂

      thanx a bunch of “chèvrefeuille”, dear Rammy Gal! ❤ 🙂

  9. Beautiful autumn picture gallery, Mélanie. Love the Updike poem. 🙂

  10. lovely post.(i now see the English translation. don’t know why i didn’t see it b4. sorry)

  11. Gosh, it’s ages since I walked bare foot in the grass. Summer is coming. I must remember to do just that. Beautiful poems but Victor Hugo’s is particularly appealing to me.

    • I often do it during summer time… as an earthly sign, I like to feel the ground underneath my soles… seems to be quite healthy, so go, Lady Rammy, go! 🙂 @ Victor Hugo – same here, Gallivanta dear! 🙂

  12. Iubesc si urasc, in acelasi timp, luna septembrie. Iar verile indiene nu le consider decat niste amagiri… inaintea venirii frigului. Dar vrem nu vrem, trebuie sa traim anotimpurile, caci fac parte din viata. Te pup, fata, ma bucur sa te gasesc activa, plina de viata. Da’ chiar, tu nu obosesti niciodata? 🙂

    • exact, Gabylou: ai dreptate despre anotimpuri, iar daca-s musai, cu placere… 🙂 ah, când si de-obosesc, ma “odinesc”, logic, nu?!… 🙂 thanx, my very best and have a great week! hugs back… ❤

  13. Ah, but September comes too quickly.

  14. Encore de belles poésies et des images de bonheur! 🙂

  15. Such evocative, beautiful images and desires shaped into words, Melanie!

  16. Bien magnifique billet Mélanie, pour entrer en ce mois de septembre, que je te souhaite des plus agréables!

  17. Niciodată nu mi-a plăcut toamna,să mă ierte cei care sunt sub zodia ei, în lunile ei sau la confinii,pentru că am simţit-o mereu ca pe un anotimp al plecărilor, sau poate am trăit mereu nostalgia verii la sfârşitul căreia mor fluturii albi, semn că vremea ei a trecut.

    Şi atât de tandru şi caldînvăluitor ai dansat în cuvinte, Melanie, încât faci să o dorească oricine aproape, să o dorească în toată frumuseţea ei.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPZVGdm_CJ8

    • iubesc toamna din copilarie, iar ca adulta, pe cea “indiana”, superba în America de Nord si-n regiunea noastra… 🙂 multumesc pentru vizita si melodia-cult…

      • Acum, că ai rostit cuvântul “indiană”, tot la vară m-am dus cu gândul, şi la un cântec de demult, îl ştii. Iar legat de montajul foto, aş vrea să te întreb unde’s acele surprinderi, pentru că am văzut un arbust de ‘camelia japonica’, unul cu flori de culoare roşie. Şi întreb pentru că mi-a trecut o clipă prin minte că poate chiar tu ai avea asta în grădină.

  18. I’ll go to the supermarket in a few minutes… those pics of grapes make me want to buy a ton.

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