Another great song/video with translation

La vie est belle

Thomas Nassi

(translated by phoebe who takes all responsability for errors )

Mon banquier pense que j’aurais besoin que l’on m’aide

My banker thinks that I need someone to help me

Tandis que mon psy dit que j’aurais plutôt besoin qu’on m’aime

While my shrink says that I really need  someone to love me

Le temps qui passe nous mène toujours face à nous même

Time passing  leads us always face to face back to ourselves

Si ce n’est pas moi, qui résoudra mes problèmes?

If this isn’t me, what/who will solve my problems?

On m’a dit, tu te prends trop la tête

They told me You’re too much in your head

Essaye de mieux voir combien la vie est belle la vie t’ouvre les bras

Try harder to see how life is beautiful, life opens it arms to you

Je me suis dit, ah ça, la vie est belle

Je told myself oh yes, life is beautiful

Peut être pour toi qui vis comme dans un rêve vêtu d’or et de soie

Perhaps for you who live as if in a dream dressed in gold or silk

Ah ça, la vie est belle

Ah life is beautiful

Ah ça, la vie est belle

Maman me voyait devenir architecte ou médecin

Mommy saw me becoming an architect or doctor 

Je taffe à l’usine, mon boss me voit comme un vaut-rien

I work at a factory (where) my boss sees me as worthless

Papa m’a dit ce n’est pas un métier musicien

Daddy  tells me  that being a musician is no career

Laisse moi fermer les yeux au moins jusqu’à demain

Let me close my eyes at least till tomorrow

On m’a dit, tu te prends trop la tête

They tell me, You’re too much In your head

On m’a dit, tu te prends trop la tête

They tell me, you are too much in your head

Essaye de mieux voir combien la vie est belle, la vie t’ouvre les bras

Try harder to see how life is beautiful life opens it’s arms to you

Je me suis dit, ah ça, la vie est belle

I told myself ah that, yes, life is beautiful

Peut être pour toi qui vis comme dans un rêve vêtu d’or et de soie

Maybe for you who live as if in a dream dressed in gold or silk

Ah ça, la vie est belle

Ah ça, la vie est belle

Oh, that, life is beautiful

On m’a dit, tu te prends trop la tête

They tell me, you are too much in your head

Essaye de mieux voir combien la vie est belle, la vie t’ouvre les bras

Try harder to see how life is beautiful, how life opens it’s arms to you

Je me suis dit, ah ça, la vie est belle

I told myself how yeah’ life is beautiful

Peut être pour toi qui vis comme dans un rêve vêtu d’or et de soie

Maybe for you who live as if in a dream dressed in gold or silk

Ah ça, la vie est belle

Ah ça, la vie est belle

Song, in French with translation

Phoebe’s translation:

Ever since we were kids,

My friend, we struggled,

But now that we are men

I want to put the oars/ struggles behind us

If tears come to you

Come then, and give them to me

Gypsy men and women

This is what we were made for

 

Tiago, I have taken the time to write you

A song in a thousand smiles

Tiago I have put in the time to say it

But my friend, I will be here for the worst

 

Whoever makes fun of you

Also makes fun of me

In 20 years you will see

How we will laugh (about it)

If that turns into a fight

We will play it four-handed

Gypsies

God gives us fists (for this purpose)

 

Tiago, I have taken the time to write you

A song in a thousand smiles

Tiago I have put in the time to say it,

But my friend, I will be here for the worst.

 

My friend, Tiago.

(Repeated)

 

The girlfriend who leaves

And will never return

It’s about time for us to see each other, yes,

And talk about you

If your heart is broken

Bring it here now

Gypsies,

We are good repairmen.

 

Tiago, I have taken the time to write you

A song in a thousand smiles

Tiago I have put in the time to say it,

But Tiago my friend…

Tiago, I have taken the time to write you

A song in a thousand smiles

Tiago I have put in the time to say it

But my friend I will be here for the worst.

 

Tiago

 

Review of my Last Book

 

Not sure why link is not working but if you click on it you will get to Disability Arts Onljne, from there go to magazine, then click on newest reviews. The second one in, so far, should be about O-rings and Cathode Rays, that is to say, the review.

 

i will try posting this address which may copy and paste better than the link does.

http://disabilityarts.online/magazine/opinion/phoebe-sparrow-wagner-learning-to-see-in-three-dimensions-o-rings-and-cathode-rays/

see my comment at the bottom of the review

Phoebe Spiro Wagner: Learning to See in Three Dimensions – O-Rings and Cathode Rays

http://disabilityarts.online/magazine/opinion/phoebe-spiro-wagner-learning-to-see-in-three-dimensions-o-rings-and-cathode-rays/

 

Walls, walls, and walls…

When people think of Robert Frost and quote his poem “Mending Wall”  they use this in support of fence making: “Good fences make good neighbors…” but rarely  have they read the poem all the way through. Here is the heart, I believe, of this poem , at least insofar as it pertains to physical walls:

Before I built a wall I’d ask to know

What I was walling in or walling out,

And to whom I was like to give offence.

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,

That wants it down.”

 

You can read the poem in its entirety, here

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44266/mending-wall

OH DONNIE BOY…(Scary!)

(Sung to the tune of Danny Boy)

Oh Donny boy, republicans are gawking

Your racist house of cards won’t long abide

The  Dems are here and Michael Cohen’s talking.

If it’s all true, impeachment’s justified:

The loans you got, the tax bills you evaded

The conning schemes and hushed-up bribes you paid,

Your wall, your wall, which Mexico won’t subsidize

Its clear that you won’t get that Nobel prize…

But we won’t care or listen to your keening

We won’t weep moats for loss of your golf greens

We’ll celebrate by speaking truth to trumpery

We’ll speak it loud, from sea to shining sea.

So slink you back, in orange jumpsuit, cowering, 

Mike, Paul and Rog will go to jail unbowed

It’s not fake news we’ve caught you with your panties down

Oh Donny boy, oh Donny boy, who’s winning now?

 

by phoebe sparrow wagner 3/2019

Le renard, or The Fox (Work in progress now finished)

See new art on my other website. Le renard or the fox, from Le Petit Prince.

 

Art Every Day 365

i just read or re read ”the little prince” in French Le Petit Prince, and was inspired by the story to paint this fox. I am still working on it, (see below for update of featured Image) as the paws need attention but here it is so far…

 

Finished drawing with white tipped tail…still making changes as white tip may be too long

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Carolyn Spiro Silvestri MD was my twin sister…how I miss her!

The night before my sister, my identical twin sister died, I had an extremely vivid dream about her, rare for its vividness as much as for the fact that I do not remember when I last dreamed about her.

The dream was as follows: I was in a mute state and unable apparently to function as the world would have wanted me to, and I remember Lynnie was there, but not talking to me but to some functionary who wanted her to sign some papers for me essentially taking over my care and becoming in charge of my life. The word dementia was thrown about, and I remember thinking that even if I screamed I could not get it across to her or to anyone that I was NOT in the midst of dementia, but simply caught in some state that made it impossible for me to communicate with them. Much happened that struck me even then as unnecessary because I knew I was conscious but simply did not know how to bridge the gulf to Lynnie and the other person that I was still in there…some time later, I discovered that soya products had been missing from my diet and that once these elements of plant bas3d life were replaced I would be able to come out of my state of apparent suspended animation and live again. Instead, it seemed that no one believed me, or could even hear me say, I’m fine, I’m here, I just had a soya deficiency which is now replenished. I don’t need a Lynnie to take charge or be my conservator.

I woke, Not from a sweat drenched nightmare, but nevertheless feeling uneasy and struck by the first two facts, that I had dreamed extremely vividly, remembered the dream, and that Lynnie played a huge role…I did not think too much about this the rest of the day, until Chip called with news that Lynnie had died, suddenly and unexpectedly, that afternoon. Then I remembered the dream, and how strange it was that she had appeared to me so concretely and vividly just the night before. Was she telling me something?

Click on each picture below to see title, if caption missing.

(mostly photos from our childhood. )

 

As seen on a Sussex Directories Inc site

Spiro Twins costumed in dishtowels with cousin Billy Eaton (?)
Damned if I know!
Grandma Carolyn Wagner, baby Allie, Carolyn Spiro and mother, Marian Wagner Spiro

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