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The health bulletin

I lost my jowls, I lost my paunch
And this in a way so clear, so sudden
That some suppose I have in me an evil that does not forgive
Who laughs at Aesculapius and leaves him stunned
 
The Loch Ness monster no longer bringing its dime
During hollow times in certain gazettes
Systematically, obituaries like
To shroud me under sausage wrapper1
 
Now, tired of serving as a punching ball
Of the gloomy tales I'm the star of 2
I, who am well, who breathes health
I step forward and scream the whole truth
 
All the truth, gentlemen, I deliver it to you
If I left the ranks of the over-two-hundred-pounds
It's the because of Mimi, Lisette, Ninon
And many others, I don't remember names
 
If I betrayed the fat, the chubby, the obese
It's that I fuck, that I fuck, that I fuck
Like a buck, a ram, a beast, a brute
I am haunted: the heat, the heat, the heat, the heat
 
Let me be understood, I have the soul of a satyr
And his behavior, but that doesn't mean
That I have the talent, the genius, far from it
Not a single one yet shouted “bravo!' to me
 
Among other fine flowers, I count on my pink
List a decent number of journalists' wives
Who, thinking I'm done, put all their faith
To give me happiness one last time
 
It's beautiful, it's generous, it's big, it's magnificent
And, in the most pornographic positions
I give them the honors with the buttocks down
On piles of drafts, piles of unsold
 
And that's what makes that when your legitimate (wife)
Show their buttocks to the people as well as to your intimate friends
You can often read, printed backwards
The echoes, the little gossip, the in-briefs
 
And if you hear surging through the plinths
From the boudoir of these ladies groans and complaints
Do not say: 'It is Uncle Georges who is expiring'
It's just the angels who sigh 3
 
And if you hear screaming like in (nineteen)fourteen
'Arise ! Arise the dead! », Do not bulge the torso
It's the exalted wife of an editor
Which prompts me to assault once again
 
Certainly, it happens to me, flip side
To sometimes leave feathers in battle
Hippocrates says: 'Yes, these are cockscombs'
And Gallien replies: 'No, it's gonococci'
 
Both are right, sometimes Venus gives you
Wicked kicks that a good Christian forgives
Because if they cause harm to manly attributes
They seldom endanger existence
 
Well, yes, I have all that, ransom of my frenzy
The boat for Kythera is quarantined
But I haven't yet, no, no, no, three times no
This mysterious evil whose name we hide
 
If I betrayed the fat, the chubby, the obese
It's that I fuck, that I fuck, that I fuck
Like a buck, a ram, a beast, a brute
I am haunted: the heat, the heat, the heat, the heat
 
  • 1. Litt: 'Cabbage leaves', newspapers
  • 2. Untranslatable, 'À dormir debout' means 'unbelievable', so here unbelievable + gloomy
  • 3. Euphemism for 'Orgasm'


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26.10.2024

You'll See Me Return





When the sun will be bright
inside the mountains and hills,
in the silence of the evening
you'll remember me.
 

But if you'll call my name,
you'll see me return.
 

And you'll have for company
a crowd of thoughts
and your lips will be silent
if it does not speak to your heart.
 

But if you'll call my name,
I'll return.
 

From life, I want to have
five things to remember,
they are (five) five (five) you,
you, you, you, you, you.
 

(When the sun will be bright
inside the mountains and hills,
in the silence of the evening
you'll remember me.)
 

But if you'll call my name,
I'll return.
 

From life, I want to have
five things to remember,
they are (five) five (five) you,
you, you, you, you, you.
 

When the sun will be bright
inside the mountains and hills,
in the silence of the evening
you'll remember me.
 

But if you'll call my name,
I'll return to you!
 


26.10.2024

Spring





I want to be in the light of the sun
Without the sun I will die
It seems like spring has arrived
The sky is pretty nice and bright
 

A sign that spring has come
It will embrace you
The pollen is a bit annoying
But I guess I'll wait and see
 

Something very nice is gonna come your way
Let's sing it
 

Take a look outside the window
Enjoy the exercise in the park
Ignore the sun indoors
But is that really okay?
 

Or, you could step outside
Breathe in the sun and feel so alive
The sky is pretty nice and bright
 

A sign that spring has come
It will embrace you
The pollen is a bit annoying
But I guess I'll wait and see
 

A sign that spring has come
It will embrace you
The pollen is a bit annoying
But I guess I'll wait and see
 

And then we just sit still
In this field of grass until summer
Because I wanna go back
To the very last year of high school
 

So much pain
So much strain
 

But still
 

I had friends who made me feel
The way I'll never feel
 

Ever again
 

Life was worth living
With the people who are now all gone
 


26.10.2024

Teresinella





'Teresinella, Teresinella
Lower your braids, so I may climb up'
 

Why don’t serenades return again
Those of my grandfather’s day, long past
When, crazy in love with his fair dame
Through these ancient streets he’d sigh:
“Teresinella, Teresinella
Lower your braids, so I may climb up”
 

Tonight, your streets, old neighborhood
Will listen to a new troubadour
Who sings of Ladies and golden braids
Silken ladders, swords, and knights:
“Teresinella, Teresinella
Lower your braids, so I may climb up”
 

Now that braids are no longer in fashion
And there’s no balcony to keep lovers apart
The people of the quarter think and believe
The serenader drinks and perhaps goes too far
“Teresinella, Teresinella
Lower your braids, so I may climb up”
 

Now, if she who loves me with a pale kind of love
Might be behind the balcony listening
She’d think: “But if there’s an elevator
Why does he shout so much? He can come up!”
“Teresinella, Teresinella
You are not the one I want for myself
Golden braids are no longer true
And the troubadour does not sing for you”
 

The dream fades, and the moon departs
Disappointed, the minstrel drifts away
And the echo carries the song to the wind
The dream fades, and the moon departs:
“Teresinella, Teresinella
Lower your braids, so I may climb up”
 


26.10.2024

Deep Sea





It's getting easier
It's getting fuller
Where are you going? Where are you heading?
 

Where are you going?
 

When your heart feels like it's about to burst
 

Just quietly open your eyes
Let's go somewhere right now
 

To that secret place
 

Between you and me
 

Every time I stand up, I'm knocked down
What I want is a soothing rock sound
My emotions are up, down, up, down
My emotions are shut down, shut down
 

It's all over if people's morals disappear
Will it be okay if I try my best?
You'll have to watch to find out!