In the absolute,

to succeed is a hard and fast rule.

Your flat refusal of learning,stimulates the absolute power of teaching.

You absolutely have to understand,

You simply must accept to change.

Je suis par hasard tombée sur un blog; celui d’un certain Giovanni!

Toujours est-il que son savoir-faire en matière d’apprentissage linguistique, est assez original. Allez jeter un coup d’oeil, vous verrez par vous-même.Voici son blog:http://parler-libanais.blogspot.com/

Au fait, d’où vient cette expression Libanaise:”  Al Haq â Télyane!”.

A vous, Don Giovanni.

Saisir une pensée qui vous quitte,

Saisir par la peau rose des fesses

Du cou, des mains, ce jour qui fut,

Dont les lignes dévoilent un regard,

Dérangent vos papiers, vos tiroirs,

Et se perdent, pour ne pas répondre.

Donne un ciel à mes murs,

A ma misère, du vert

Quand je n’ai rien à dire,

Il pousse en moi du lierre,

Dans mes nuits, un jour brille.

                         Hier j’ai rencontré

 Cette pauvre petite ma pareille

 L’image de moi-même.

                         Hier j’ai rencontré

                         Un passé désemparé

                        Au présent pareil. 

Hier j’ai rencontré

Quinze ans plus tard, sur le seuil

Les pas d’antan parlent.

People make war; war

Is what nasty people

Are nasty about. 

People believe in whatever god,

Whatever god is what people

In whatever way believe.

Only clear days

I could see

My head in the clouds

Green long trees far below

And the smocking roof

Where together we were.

 But,Wild winds came down

Froze our blue sky

Terrorized our mild season.

How narrow the future

How slight the chance

How slighting those days

How paralyzing surviving

Between the Tsahal fury

The Syrian jelly

And the Palestinian mockery.

Death and silence,

I look back

For the last time as the moon

Brights behind that village.

Deir el Qamar: All our dreams were altered

Words I uttered long ago

Honesty today became untrue.

There was nothing to explain

All our prayers sounded wrong

There is nothing to forgive.

Keep in mind, remember

As bells and cannons boom

Dear son that the war was      

 Never more than a sacrificial stage.

It was an architecture for the odd,

As though Hell attacked Heaven consciously.

There on dark bright nights

While worlds of misery sleep,

Lost Peace in abstract speculation falls,

 And exiled Hope in conspicuous woodsheds burns. 

War had a natural ugly face

Heroes with broken necks

In an absurdly curtsey showed their bravery.

I just did a dumfounded nonsense?

The silence roared displeasure.

 Had I believed in Grace? 

All dreams die here:

Wishes and hopes can’t bear.

Here adolescence into seven sins

And desolation break begins.

And feels her centre now

Of volition shifted down;

 With the time in tempest everywhere. 

No adolescence

As long as the magic war

 Charm is still here.