I’m told that our lives aren’t worth much,
They pass like an instant, like wilting roses.
I’m told that time slipping by is a bastard
Making its coat of our sorrows.
Yet someone told me…
That you still loved me
Someone told me…
That you still loved me.
Well? Could that be possible?
I’m told that fate makes fun of us,
That it gives us nothing and promises everything,
When happiness seems to be within our reach,
We reach out and find ourselves like fools.
Yet someone told me…
That you still loved me
Someone told me…
That you still loved me.
Well? Could that be possible?
Well? Could that be possible?
So who said that you still loved me?
I don’t remember any more, it was late at night,
I can still hear the voice, but I can no longer see the face,
“He loves you, it’s secret, don’t tell him I told you.”
You see, someone told me
That you still loved me
Did someone really tell me?
That you still loved me
Well, could that be possible?
I’m told that our lives aren’t worth much,
Passing in an instant, like wilting roses,
I’m told that time slipping by is a bastard,
Making its coat of our sadnesses.
That you still loved me
Someone told me…
That you still loved me.
Well? Could that be possible?
Quelqu’un m’a dit by Carla Bruni, English Translation
I want a big bed.
A cup of really strong coffee
and a cigarette just
for the style
I want your hands
cupping my coffee mug
and then my breasts
exchanging one warmth
for another
Let’s stay in bed
until the smoke suffocates
us into ash
You create
to destroy
you don’t know
everything that you know
Gentle summers
gentle rain
falling down
into my pain
You let me in
to let me out
honest winters
painful loves
Honest winters
painful loves.
What’s the point
of having my hair
smell like coconut
soft to the touch
caressed by silence
as I lay alone
in my room
on a bed that only knows
the loneliness of two
souls apart
Tu me manques
you are missing from me
and there is no one
to make love to
the scent of my perfume
no one to slip
my seduction
into your morning coffee
making the bitterness
just a little more
bearable
He parts my legs
for a moment
of secondhand bliss
with hands that
are not yours
Here we are
sitting on the cusp of greatness
STAND UP! I say
stand up and show the world
just how tall you stand
they can beat your knees
bruise them black and blue
whip your back raw
as red welts rise up like mountains
conquering your fear of height
FIGHT
flight
is possible
when you’ve met death
winked at it before
jumping out of the plane
you’re fumbling with the parachute
maybe seconds away
from shadows consuming
everything you are
and ever will be
but the wind
consumes you instead
the sun streaming
down your face
the brightest
most alive
you have ever been
in that moment
as you fall from
the universe
free
free enough to die
it does not matter
whether your parachute
will or will not
open
you are alive now
and that is
all
that
matters.
The withering heights
seeped into the horizon
chastening my sorrows
leveraging them
into denounced blessings
capturing the moonlight
in still shadows
I lost my possessions
gained the soil instead
spilling raindrops
over the page
as the ink tainted
my fingertips
Here’s to the wanderers
the rebels
the dreamcatchers
their message paints
orange dew blossoms
on the deadening
grey canvas
that is sometimes
and often called
life
He fainted
into the piano
as I fainted
into him
This one is for you
and all the ones that will come after
you’re the only one I can
put a face to
so bear with me
as I bare everything I ever was
and everything I always will be
Things change
love grows into fall
leaves fall
my soul falls
Eternity is only
a season long
