Sur un trottoir, j'épie
avec un petit chien une belle fille
Elle joue ; Elle rit.
La belle fille sans abri.
Elle ne sait rien de la vie.
La soif, la faim, le froid et la chaleur,
Elle sent et elle sait bien leur valeur.
Mais elle joue ; elle rit.
La belle fille sans abri.
Elle sait assez de la vie.
Les saisons changeront ;
Le temps coulera.
La belle fille deviendra une femme.
Luttant contre les ennemis de l’enfance
:La soif, la faim, le froid et la chaleur,
Elle pourrait goûter chaque saveur du malheur.
Jouerait-elle ?
Rirait-elle ?
Elle qui saurait trop de la vie mortelle ?
La joie que l’enfance apporte
le temps emporte quand il sort.
Le temps, qui n’a aucun abri,
qui ne sait pas de l’amour,
de la tristesse, de la tendresse,
de plaisirs de l’enfance,
de l’importance de la chance,
coule et court ; fait son tour.
Il ne joue jamais.
Il ne rit jamais.
Pour une fille et son chien, il ne s’arrête jamais.
Le dieu, lui aussi, est indifférent.
Entourée par les gens dévoués,
Il fête son pouvoir et son existence.
Ses oreilles, qui sont plein de louange,
n’écoutent pas aux plaintes et aux cries de besoin.
Le dieu, qui n’a aucun abri,
qui ne sait pas de l’amour,
de la tristesse, de la tendresse,
de plaisirs de l’enfance,
et de l’importance de la chance,
ne voit rien ; n’entend rien.
Il ne pense jamais de la fille et son chien.
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Written March 30th, 2005
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ahhh, it is so sweet to read something written so very well in french... i miss the language, since i've not been writing regularly in it for quite some time now. i should try to get back into the flow... beautiful piece. have you ever read jacques prevert? i think you'd enjoy. much love, robin
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Thanks, Kyla. It is not that I lost my faith. I am highly religious and I always felt that I was looked after by some supreme power in times of crisis. That is why, I feel disappointed when I see children in such despondent circumstances.
Krishna -
(assuming that I understood this properly...
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I haven't found a religion/God that deserves my devotion as of yet. It does seem that they are all so wrapped up in the entrapments and baubles and duties that they neglect to take care of the things that really matter. (Genuinely good, kind people will however earn my respect.)
It is easy to look at street kids and wonder where is this God we hear so much about? As you say, too busy surrounded by the devoted, his ears too full of praise to hear cries of hunger.... Fabulous Lines!!
I felt in the last verse your angst and anger at a God that has disappointed you. Have you lost your faith? I do hope all is well with you.
I absolutely loved this piece. I would applaud it again if I could.
Kyla X -
something about a girl and her dog, but much much deeper than that i can get a word here and a word there changing seasons etc but well I wish i paid more attention to those french lessons now
a translation would be nice. Have missed you. Hope all is well
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Hi genio... usted consiguió me excusa en éste....
mina -
is this french.. i am not sure.. sorry.. i dint understand.. your id seemed or rathe rsounded like indian.. anyway.. i love French.. and i love to learn that.. it wud have been better if u had transalated the poem in ur author's note..
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