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Lapsus Linguaehttp://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/en-UShourly82000-01-01T12:00+00:00Lapsus Linguaehttp://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/37/047ad94fef7f99feae259433cd2ded_160x200.jpgIn Heavenhttp://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2006/07/05/in_heaven~934933/2006-07-05T13:22:06+02:00 The days and nights must surely be thus, For I can think of no earthly improvement. O lucky me to have him now! <a href="http://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2006/07/05/in_heaven~934933/#comments">Comments</a> The days and nights must surely be thus,
For I can think of no earthly improvement.
O lucky me to have him now!

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]]>i carry your heart with mehttp://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2006/01/24/i_carry_your_heart_with_me~502658/2006-01-24T20:42:29+01:00 i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear, and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart) e.e. cummings <a href="http://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2006/01/24/i_carry_your_heart_with_me~502658/#comments">Comments</a> i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear, and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the
bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher
than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

e.e. cummings

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]]>à proposhttp://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2005/12/28/a_propos~422791/2005-12-28T21:05:52+01:00 for Paul Je t'écris des mots purs J'ai gommé les ratures Et là sur le papier j'ai effacé tes fautes, Au fur et à mesure. C'est pas d'la grande écriture Juste un peu de lecture Quelques instants volés Qui se sont envolés, Au fur et à mesure. Et si le facteur assure Avec deux fois rien Tu peux aller plus loin Tu seras là demain. Et de mes mains Te désenvelopper, Te décacheter Et te déshabiller Au fur et à mesure. Etraits de 'Au Fur et à Mesure' par Liane Foly 1990 <a href="http://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2005/12/28/a_propos~422791/#comments">Comments</a> for Paul

Je t'écris des mots purs
J'ai gommé les ratures
Et là sur le papier j'ai effacé tes fautes,
Au fur et à mesure.

C'est pas d'la grande écriture
Juste un peu de lecture
Quelques instants volés
Qui se sont envolés,
Au fur et à mesure.

Et si le facteur assure
Avec deux fois rien
Tu peux aller plus loin
Tu seras là demain.

Et de mes mains
Te désenvelopper,
Te décacheter
Et te déshabiller
Au fur et à mesure.

Etraits de 'Au Fur et à Mesure'
par Liane Foly
1990

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]]>Je Te Rends Tes Mots d'Amourhttp://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2005/12/07/je_te_rend_tes_mots_d_amour~368342/2005-12-07T18:42:06+01:00 for Paul Soon will be the day we meet And remembering all you've said, I'll give you back your words of love And watch me turn your head! It's true I lack your artistry But all will turn out fine, I'll take a page from your good book There's gold in every line. I'll give you back your words of love, They're sure to make you mine. <a href="http://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2005/12/07/je_te_rend_tes_mots_d_amour~368342/#comments">Comments</a> for Paul

Soon will be the day we meet
And remembering all you've said,
I'll give you back your words of love
And watch me turn your head!

It's true I lack your artistry
But all will turn out fine,
I'll take a page from your good book
There's gold in every line.

I'll give you back your words of love,
They're sure to make you mine.

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]]>Comme Brigitte Disait...http://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2005/11/04/comme_brigitte_a_dis~282016/2005-11-04T05:40:31+01:00 Tu veux ou tu veux pas. Tu veux c'est bien Si tu veux pas tant pis, Si tu veux pas J'en f'rai pas une maladie, Oui mais voilà réponds-moi Non ou bien oui, C'est comme ci ou comme ça Ou tu veux ou tu veux pas. Tu veux ou tu veux pas. Toi tu dis noir et après tu dis blanc, C'est noir c'est noir Oui mais si c'est blanc c'est blanc, C'est noir ou blanc Mais ce n'est pas noir et blanc, C'est comme ci ou comme ça Ou tu veux ou tu veux pas. La vie, oui c'est une gymnastique, Et c'est comme la musique Y a du mauvais et du bon. La vie, pour moi elle est magnifique, Faut pas que tu la compliques Par tes hésitations. La vie, elle peut être très douce, A condition que tu la pousses Dans la bonne direction. La vie, elle est là elle nous appelle, Avec toi elle sera belle Si tu viens à la maison. Tu veux ou tu veux pas ? Zanini interprètes- Brigitte Bardot 1970 <a href="http://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2005/11/04/comme_brigitte_a_dis~282016/#comments">Comments</a> Tu veux ou tu veux pas.
Tu veux c'est bien
Si tu veux pas tant pis,
Si tu veux pas
J'en f'rai pas une maladie,
Oui mais voilà réponds-moi
Non ou bien oui,
C'est comme ci ou comme ça
Ou tu veux ou tu veux pas.

Tu veux ou tu veux pas.
Toi tu dis noir et après tu dis blanc,
C'est noir c'est noir
Oui mais si c'est blanc c'est blanc,
C'est noir ou blanc
Mais ce n'est pas noir et blanc,
C'est comme ci ou comme ça
Ou tu veux ou tu veux pas.

La vie, oui c'est une gymnastique,
Et c'est comme la musique
Y a du mauvais et du bon.
La vie, pour moi elle est magnifique,
Faut pas que tu la compliques
Par tes hésitations.

La vie, elle peut être très douce,
A condition que tu la pousses
Dans la bonne direction.
La vie, elle est là elle nous appelle,
Avec toi elle sera belle
Si tu viens à la maison.

Tu veux ou tu veux pas ?

Zanini
interprètes- Brigitte Bardot
1970

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]]>First Date Anthemhttp://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2005/11/03/first_date_anthem~279644/2005-11-03T04:20:58+01:00 Ultimatum by Dorothy Parker I’m wearied of wearying love, my friend, Of worry and strain and doubt; Before we begin, let us view the end, And maybe I’ll do without. There’s never the pang that was worth the tear, And toss in the night I won’t— So either you do or you don’t, my dear, Either you do or you don’t! The table is ready, so lay your cards And if they should augur pain, I’ll tender you ever my kind regards And run for the fastest train. I haven’t the will to be spent and sad; My heart’s to be gay and true— Then either you don’t or you do, my lad, Either you don’t or you do! From Death and Taxes 1931 <a href="http://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2005/11/03/first_date_anthem~279644/#comments">Comments</a> Ultimatum
by Dorothy Parker

I’m wearied of wearying love, my friend,
Of worry and strain and doubt;
Before we begin, let us view the end,
And maybe I’ll do without.
There’s never the pang that was worth the tear,
And toss in the night I won’t—
So either you do or you don’t, my dear,
Either you do or you don’t!

The table is ready, so lay your cards
And if they should augur pain,
I’ll tender you ever my kind regards
And run for the fastest train.
I haven’t the will to be spent and sad;
My heart’s to be gay and true—
Then either you don’t or you do, my lad,
Either you don’t or you do!

From
Death and Taxes
1931

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]]>Clichéhttp://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2005/08/24/cliche~140368/2005-08-24T20:58:53+02:00 Into love and out again In a dance as old as time. Many's the heart was cleft in pain And now so too is mine. <a href="http://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2005/08/24/cliche~140368/#comments">Comments</a> Into love and out again
In a dance as old as time.
Many's the heart was cleft in pain
And now so too is mine.

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]]>Paradigmhttp://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2005/06/28/paradigm/2005-06-28T15:49:59+02:00 A nos jours, On va chercher l'amour Pour y trouver la froideur. On se fait trempette, C'est tout, c'est net. A nos jours. <a href="http://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2005/06/28/paradigm/#comments">Comments</a> A nos jours,
On va chercher l'amour
Pour y trouver la froideur.
On se fait trempette,
C'est tout, c'est net.
A nos jours.

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]]>To a Man of Advanced Yearshttp://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2005/06/21/to_a_man_of_advanced_years/2005-06-21T23:16:48+02:00 What means this text before me? She says she loves another. That signs were made And hopes were laid, That I would soon discover. Her print like fine embroidery, In sloping hand and sure. (If this be jest T'is not her best) What more must I endure? A final line of trumpery, Though telling of the age- "Our hearts can mend Do let's be friends". A waste of half a page. <a href="http://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2005/06/21/to_a_man_of_advanced_years/#comments">Comments</a> What means this text before me?
She says she loves another.
That signs were made
And hopes were laid,
That I would soon discover.

Her print like fine embroidery,
In sloping hand and sure.
(If this be jest
T'is not her best)
What more must I endure?

A final line of trumpery,
Though telling of the age-
"Our hearts can mend
Do let's be friends".
A waste of half a page.

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]]>Ex Animohttp://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2005/06/20/ex_animo/2005-06-20T04:06:15+02:00 for Bravo This debt I owe can't be repaid With lillies bound with twine, Nor costly trinkets sent to land At your feet, Decidedly. But I can sing your praise instead, Pronounce your virtue fine, And wish to kiss a guiding hand For love's conceit; For chiding me. <a href="http://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2005/06/20/ex_animo/#comments">Comments</a> for Bravo

This debt I owe can't be repaid
With lillies bound with twine,
Nor costly trinkets sent to land
At your feet,
Decidedly.

But I can sing your praise instead,
Pronounce your virtue fine,
And wish to kiss a guiding hand
For love's conceit;
For chiding me.

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]]>Memorabiliahttp://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2005/06/20/memorabilia/2005-06-20T02:42:24+02:00 When we were young her offered hand Was as innocent as May, And on a waveless sea we swam So free. The summer sun is kind to lovers, And in its warmth we bathed. Her tiny footprints were swallowed by mine, And both by time. When we were young I spoke with care, My every touch a caress, And our nights were leisured and hushed. So sweet. Forever was a mountain too steep to climb When we were young. Perhaps now we can make it... <a href="http://lapsuslinguae.blog.co.uk/2005/06/20/memorabilia/#comments">Comments</a> When we were young her offered hand
Was as innocent as May,
And on a waveless sea we swam
So free.

The summer sun is kind to lovers,
And in its warmth we bathed.
Her tiny footprints were swallowed by mine,
And both by time.

When we were young I spoke with care,
My every touch a caress,
And our nights were leisured and hushed.
So sweet.

Forever was a mountain too steep to climb
When we were young.
Perhaps now we can make it...

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