Daniel Barkley
LE NU MASCULIN DANS L'ART . . . . Homosexualité masculine et culture art peinture dessin photographie cinéma littérature sculpture histoire et bien d'autres choses...
samedi 29 août 2015
MUSIQUE
Charlie Winston, 1978. Royaume-Uni
Where Can I Buy Happiness ?
Album Running Still, 2011
Where?
Where can I buy happiness?Does anybody know?
Where can I buy happiness?
I was raised in the desert by an unknown tribe
Had no exposure to the world outside
‘Til I was captured, I was taken to this place
Where the faces are many and they race just like shooting stars!
I miss my home and I know that it's gone
But I don't know how to carry on
In this world where I don't come from
I guess I'll just do the same
Well I got a little money, now I hope I got change!
Where?
Where can I buy happiness?
Does anybody know?
Where can I buy happiness?
'Cause I don't know
Deep in the city where the lights are like a bad dream
There's people selling trees and snow in every window
I heard a story of a man called Christ
And to celebrate his birthday everybody pays a high price
They must keep happiness behind closed doors
'Cause I can't seem to find no happiness store
Is to raise a smile against the law?
'Cause they all look just how I feel
And if they got a little joy then
I'm happy to make a deal
Well I'll beg and I'll borrow but
I'm not gonna steal!
Where?
Where can I buy happiness?
Does anybody know?
Where can I buy happiness?
Where?
Where can I buy happiness?
Does anybody show me?
Where can I buy happiness?
'Cause I don't know
Can anybody tell me?
Where?
Where can I buy happiness?
Could anybody show me
Where can I buy happiness?
'Cause I don't know
vendredi 28 août 2015
Oscar Wilde, 1854-1900. Irlande
J'avais gâché mon enfance, il est vrai
Mais ce fut pour vous,Vous aviez assez de poètes dans votre bibliothèque,
Je me suis donné à vous !
Eh bien, si mon coeur doit se briser,
Cher Amour, pour vous,
Il se brisera en musique, je le sais;
Le coeur des poètes se brise ainsi.
mais il est étrange qu'on ne m'ait pas dit
que le génie peut tenir
dans une minuscule alvéole d'ivoire
Paradis et Enfer divin.
Oscar Wilde
Merci à Stéphane pour cette traduction.
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