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Love needs to be fort (strong.)
Love needs to be réciproque (reciprocal.)
But for love to be firm, it also desperately needs to be confirmé (confirmed.)

Hence the utmost importance of telling, whispering, writing, yelling, drawing, encore et encore (over and over again) what your deepest feelings are!

- So yes, go ahead, refresh mon cœur et mon esprit (my heart and my mind): Dis-moi encore que tu m’aimes (Tell me again that you love me.)

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Gaetan Roussel, of Louise Attaque fame, sings ”Dis-moi encore que tu m’aimes


* ”Dis-moi Encore Que Tu M’aimes“ 
(“Tell Me You Still Love Me”):

Courir à perdre haleine
Running till losing one’s breath  
Sous les étoiles, on nous voit à peine
Under the stars, we can barely be seen
La nuit chasse les dilemmes
The night drives away dilemmas
Dis-moi encore que tu m’aimes
Tell me again that you love me  
Des amours, des questions me reviennent
Love relationships, questions come back to me
As-tu retrouvé les tiennes?
Have you retrieved yours?
Et si l’on rejouait toutes les scènes?
And what if we played up again all the scenes?
Dis-moi encore que tu m’aimes
Tell me again that you love me  
Le soleil, les fleurs, les persiennes
The Sun, the flowers, the blinds
Les pluies vont être diluviennes
The rain showers will be torrential
Sens-tu le parfum que le vent ramène?
Do you smell the perfume that the wind brings?
Dis-moi encore que tu m’aimes  
Tell me again that you love me
Entends-tu la mécanique?
Do you hear the mechanic work
Quand se déroule le générique?
When the generic title rolls?
Et si l’on rejouait toutes les scènes?  
And what if we played up all the scenes again?
Dis-moi encore que tu m’aimes
Tell me again that you love me
Et si on modifiait les thèmes?
And what if we modified the themes?
Dis-moi encore que tu m’aimes 
Tell me again that you love me
Et si l’on rejouait toutes les scènes
And what if we played up all the scenes again?
Dis-moi encore que tu m’aimes
Tell me again that you love me
La vie reste fragile tout de même
Life remains fragile nevertheless
Et ce trafic qui nous amène
And this traffic that brings us
Et si l’on rejouait toutes les scènes?
And what if we played up all the scenes again?
Dis-moi encore que tu m’aimes
Tell me again that you love me
Et si l’on modifiait les thèmes  
And what if we modified the themes
Dis-moi encore que tu m’aimes
Tell me again that you love me

 


Alain Souchon
, a major figure on the French song scene, dedicated this song to all les exilés of the world who, for a reason or another, had to leave their own countries behind…

Despite the political changes occurring in France, past and present, la France still remains une terre d’accueil (a welcoming country)

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Alain Souchon: “C’est Déjà Ça” (“It’s Already Something”)

Je sais bien que, rue d’Belleville

I know well that, on rue de Belleville   

Rien n’est fait pour moi

Nothing is made for me

Mais je suis dans une belle ville 

But I’m in a beautiful city:

C’est déjà ça

It’s already something

Si loin de mes antilopes

So far away from my antilopes 

Je marche tout bas

I walk low

Marcher dans une ville d’Europe

To walk in a European city

C’est déjà ça

That’s already something

Oh, oh, oh, et je rêve  

Oh, oh, oh, and I dream,

Que Soudan, mon pays, soudain, se soulève

That Sudan, my country, suddenly, raises up

Oh, oh,

Oh, oh,

Rêver, c’est déjà ça, c’est déjà ça 

To dream, it’s already something, it’s already something

Y a un sac de plastique vert

There’s a green plastic bag

Au bout de mon bras

That I’m holding

Dans mon sac vert, il y a de l’air 

In my green bag, there’s air

C’est déjà ça

It’s already something

Quand je danse en marchant

When I dance while walking

Dans ces djellabas

In these djellabas

Ça fait sourire les passants 

It makes the passerbies smile

C’est déjà ça

It’s already something

Oh, oh, oh, et je rêve

Oh, oh, oh, and I dream 

Que Soudan, mon pays, soudain, se soulève

That Sudan, my country, suddenly, raises up

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Rêver, c’est déjà ça, c’est déjà ça

To dream, it’s already something

C’est déjà ça, déjà ça

It’s already something, already something 

Déjà

Already

Pour vouloir la belle musique

For wanting the beautiful music

Soudan, mon Soudan

Sudan, my Sudan

Pour un air démocratique

For a democractic air

On t’casse les dents

You get beaten up

Pour vouloir le monde parlé

For wanting the people spoken

Soudan, mon Soudan

Definitions: Dictatorship means "Shut the Hell Up"; Democracy means "Yeah, Keep Talking"...

Sudan, my Sudan

Celui d’la parole échangée

The one of the exchanged words

On t’casse les dents

You get beaten up

Oh, oh, oh, et je rêve

Oh, oh, oh, and I dream

Que Soudan, mon pays, soudain, se soulève

That Sudan, my country, suddenly, raises up

Oh, oh

Oh, oh,

Rêver, c’est déjà ça, c’est déjà ça 

To dream, it’s already something, it’s already something

Je suis assis rue d’Belleville

I’m sitting rue de Belleville

Au milieu d’une foule

In the middle of a crowd

Et là, le temps, hémophile

And here, the time, hemophiliac

Coule

Flows

Oh, oh, oh, et je rêve

Oh, oh, oh, and I dream

Que Soudan, mon pays, soudain, se soulève

That Sudan, my country, suddenly, raises up

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Rêver, c’est déjà ça, c’est déjà ça

To dream, it’s already something, it’s already something

Oh, oh, oh, et je rêve

Oh, oh, oh, and I dream  

Que soudain, mon pays, Soudan se soulève

That all of a sudden, my country, Sudan raises up

Oh, oh

Oh, oh,

Rêver, c’est déjà ça, c’est déjà ça

To dream, it’s already something, it’s already something 

C’est… dé… jà… ça

It’s already… Some… thing

 

Taxi, vite, vite! (quick, quick!) À la Tour Eiffel!

It doesn’t matter if you speak like a native Parisien or a Marseillais, or only occasionally venture a word or two in French, if you go to France for a trip, to experience a grand voyage (big trip), or to just have a “visite-éclair (“blitz visit”), you’ll most likely have to get a taxi ride either way.

Most of les chauffeurs de taxi (cab drivers) who work near the airports and the popular “pièges à touristes (“touristy traps”) usually can handle a minimum of English, but once you’re ailleurs (elsewhere), then a bit of French won’t certainly hurt. Au contraire (on the contrary), it can sometimes prove to be your best bet to reach la bonne destination (the right destination.)

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Attention! (Warning!) This is what a cab ride in Marseilles can sometimes turn into ;)

  • Appelez-moi un taxi s’il vous plaît“ (“Call a taxi for me please”)—Another warning: In extreme cases, this sentence can be interpreted as “call me a ‘taxi’”—as if you wanted “a taxi” to be your name:

- “Appelez-moi un taxi, s’il vous plaît“ (“Call me a taxi please”)

- D’accord, comme vous voulez, “un taxi” (“Ok, as you want, “a taxi”) :)

 

  • Je voudrais un taxi pour… (“I’d like a cab for…”)

- “maintenant” (“now”)

- “demain matin” (“tomorrow morning”)

- “l’après-midi” (“the afternoon”)

- “dans une demi-heure” (“in half an hour”)

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Joy ride with “Joe le Taxi” and Vanessa Paradis

  • Bonjour, êtes-vous disponible? (Hello, are you available?)
  • Pouvez-vous m’aider avec les bagages, s’il vous plaît?“ (“Can you help me with the luggage please?”)

Taxi Parisien - Paris, Ile-de-France

  • Acceptez-vous les cartes de crédit?“ (“Do you take credit cards?”)
  • Combien ça va coûter à peu près?“ (“Around how much will it cost?”)
  • Je voudrais aller à“ (“I’d like to go to…”)
  • Au centre-ville, s’il vous plaît“ (“To the city center, please”)
  • À la gare, s’il vous plaît“ (“To the train station, please”)
  • À l’aéroport, s’il vous plaît“ (“To the airport, please”)
  • À l’hôtel…s’il vous plaît“ (“To the… Hotel, please”)
  • À la station de métro la plus proche, s’il vous plaît” (“To the nearest metro station, please”)
  • Croyez-vous que nous allons arriver avant…“ (“Do you think we’ll arrive before…”)
  • Pouvons-nous d’abord faire un saut au distributeur automatique pour retirer de l’argent?” (“Can we first make a stop by the ATM to withdraw money?”)
  • Pouvons-nous d’abord déposer mon ami à… ensuite…” (“Can we first drop my friend at… then…”)

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In “Taxi 3“, Sylvester Stallone is in for quite a “rocky” ride

  • Ça y est, arrêtez-vous ici s’il vous plaît!“ (“That’s it, stop here please!”)

And finally, the one sentence that all cabbies rarely mind you to say, not just in France but around the world:

Merci, gardez la monnaie!” (“Thank you, keep the change!”)

À la demande populaire (at popular demand), here she is back again for you:

Non, je ne regrette rien” (“No, I don’t regret anything”)!

Il n’y a pas l’ombre d’un doute là-dessus (there is not a shadow of a doubt about it), this is definitely among the French classic de tous les temps (of all times.)

It was sung times and times again, by de nombreux artistes (numerous artists), and was throughout history mixed up with personalities de toutes les sauces politiques (of all political flavors): From the pro-colonialist right-wing Légionaires who hazarded a putsch against the Général de Gaule in 1961, (among other attemps on the life of the FrenchGeneral), and to whom the singer allegedly had dedictad initially, to the anti-colonialist and anti-Nazi Dutch, hero of the Indonesian war of liberation, “Poncke Princen“…

You take your pick, bien entendu!

This song was also featured in many movies, American and otherwise: In Intolerable Cruelty (starring George Clooney); in La Haine (remember Vincent Cassel,TTCs buddy—See “Une “Casse à-la-Cassel” ! (Grand “Théft” à-la-Menthe)“, or “YELLE (à tue-tête) if you like “le FRI€” the TTC way“); in Inception, starring Marion Cotillard, the actrice who performed the incarnation of Édith Piaf in her film biographique called La Vie en Rose; and finally, its lyrics made a “cameo” in the intro of a song by the German metalband Rammstein, in their album titled “Frühling in Paris“, meaning Printemps à Paris“ (Springtime in Paris)!

Non, je ne regrette rien ! (Édith Piaf):

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu’on m’a fait
Ni le mal, tout ça m’est bien égal
 
Non, rien de rien

Non, je ne regrette rien

C’est payé, balayé, oublié

Je me fous du passé 

Avec mes souvenirs, j’ai allumé le feu

Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs, je n’ai plus besoin d’eux

Balayés, les amours, avec leurs trémolos

Balayées pour toujours, je repars à zéro 

Non, rien de rien

Non, je ne regrette rien

Ni le bien qu’on m’a fait
Ni le mal, tout ça m’est bien égal

Non, rien de rien

Non, je ne regrette rien 

Car ma vie, car mes joies

Aujourd’hui, ça commence avec toi !No, nothing at all 
I regret nothing
Neither the good that was done to me

Nor the bad, all that doesn’t matter to me

No, nothing at all,

I regret nothing

It’s been paid, swept away, forgotten

I don’t care about the past

Onto my memories, I set  fire

My griefs, my pleasures, I don’t need them anymore 

Swept away my loves, and their quavers

Swept them forever, I restart from zero

No, nothing at all

I have no regrets

Neither the good that was done to me
Nor the bad, all that doesn’t matter to me 

No, nothing at all

No, I don’t regret anything

Because my life, because my joys

Today, it starts with you!

She was a big-time fan of everything expensive and luxurious.

Ah, remember those outrageously long, warm, and fluffy manteaux de fourrure (fur coats) she just couldn’t get enough of?

Well, that, of course, was when she was jeune et belle (young and beautiful)—a bit more than half a century ago.

Later, much later, or, matter of fact, decades later, around the time her beauté started to naturally fade away, and was less prone to be exposed to the glare of the spotlights, she became -possibly for the first time of her life- able to think straight:

She slowly came to the extraordinary realization that before she wore those super expensive, super fluffy coats, they were in fact living animals.

Bingo! Say no more, s’il vous plaît.

That was it.

It was, if you will, like an epiphany.

Madame Bardot had found her new calling, her new chemin de Damas (“road to Damascus.”)

She was to return to the glowing spotlights, only d’ores et avant (from now on), she would do so as a VIP animal activist, with her very own VIP Foundation (which, of course, would feature nothing else but her glamorous name.)

And that she did, with the launching of her Fondation Brigitte-Bardot, in the “très chic Saint-Tropezas early as 1986 (she was only 52-years old at that time.)

Madame Brigitte Bardot: Before she came to realize the importance of setting caged animals free (and where fluffy fur coats "really" came from)

Let us now open up une petite parenthèse (a small parenthesis), which will once again lead us straight back to the “French Madame.

Monsieur Pinault Junior, happy husband of Hollywood Star Salma Hayek, and heir to one of the wealthiest families of France

Only yesterday, we brought up the case of Józef Glemp, the high-profiled Polish Cardinal who had un rêve (a dream) for quite a long time, but was seemingly too busy to fulfil it: He has lately been forced to issue a formal apology for the litany of harsh statements he leveled throughout the past years against people of the Jewish faith, and even more so against the Holocaust, mainly as a result of a rather costly lawsuit filled against him by Harvard lawyer Alan Dershowitz… (Not too lucky with legal battles either, Madame Bardot has been fined by French courts for “incitation à la haine raciale“, or “inciting racial hatred.” But, to her credit, that has so far happened only five times.)

In order to make his cherished dream come true, namely the erection of the Temple of Divine Providence in the vicinity of the Polish capital -a construction project already initiated more than 200 years ago by the last King of Poland, but somehow never brought to completion!- the controversial Cardinal naturally called upon the services of the Polish subsidiary of a quasi-”French Godzilla Inc.“: Monsieur Pinault‘s “Warbud.”


Not surprisingly, Warbud and its sister company Eurovia are among the lucky few subcontractors retained to prepare the ground for the UEFA Euro 2012 football competition, held this Summer in Poland and Ukraine.

Just like its parent Vinci, a flagship company in the orbit of Monsieur Pinault’s financial empire, Warbud builds just about everything. From les stades (stadiums) which will be hosting the European competition games, including the climactic final in Kiev, to the new autoroutes (highways) and parking garages crucial to the success of an event of such magnitude.

To this day, the official website of the Brigitte Bardot Foundation remains oddly silent: Ahead of the UEFA Euro 2012 Competition, a mad anti-stray dogs campaign is ruthlessly unleashed upon Ukraine. "Mobile crematoriums" are deployed on the Ukranian streets to chase any dog roaming without an owner: "Find them, Kill them, Burn Them On the Spot"!

 

It remains unclear at this point whether or not, in preparation for the European Championship, Warbud is directly involved in the nasty Holocaust campaign targeting stray dogs roaming the streets of Ukrainian cities (“find them-kill them-burn them on the spot” is how the bloody campaign has been labeled.)

It is at least curious, however, to examine the reaction of Madame Brigitte Bardot, who, it must be noted here, is a friend of long standing of the Pinault family.

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Madame Bardot has been fined for “incitation à la haine raciale“ (“inciting racial hatred.”) But, luckily, that was only for five times

Not one to be tight-lipped in general (no pun really intended), the VIP French lady has been over the past extremely vocal over all matters pertaining to la cruauté envers les animaux (animal cruelty), especially before, during, and after the celebration of the Eid al-Adha, the Muslim festival of sacrifice, thus earning her the praise of French extreme right-wing figures Jean-Marie le Pen and his daughter, the 2012 Presidential hopeful Marine le Pen.

Wedding day: Sachs met his third wife Mirja in the late 1960s and she stayed with him to his death. The couple had two sons

Her ex-husband Gunther Sachs, (above): Grandson of the Opel car dynasty founder, and son of an SS officer whom Gunther reportedly felt compelled to emulate last year in a "copycat (shotgun) suicide"

The Fondation Brigitte Bardot: Turning its back to the ongoing Holocaust of stray dogs in Ukraine on the altar of the UEFA Euro 2012

It seems that, tout à coup (all of a sudden), for whatever mysterious, unfathomable reason, Madame Bardot, and the people working in her namesake Fondation (a proud recipient of Monsieur Pinault‘s generous funding, who had in the past graciously put his wholly-owned Marigny Theater at the Foundation’s disposal to celebrate its 20th birthday), all have lost the use of their tongues, reduced to some very small, low-key, and almost private condamnations of what is taking place in Ukraine.

Only one “pro forma” letter, consisting of a few small paragraphs, has been reportedly addressed by the Foundation to the Ukrainian President. But even that one letter, or anything referencing the ongoing animal killings in Ukraine, has not been mentioned on its frequently-updated official website—Not even in petits caractères (fine prints)!

One would think that the atrocious and systematic killings of thousands of animals at once on the altar of the UEFA Football Championship would spark the fury of the woman who turned, over the past years, into the French High Priestess of Animal rights, and would provide her Foundation with a golden opportunity to speak out loud.

Oui… you would think that, mais NON

Or “ні” (pronounced like the English word “knee”), as the brave Ukrainian activists who are currently fighting against the animal cleansing on their streets would put it.

Has the French Grande Prêtresse (High Priestess) of Animal rights turned into a Grande Traitresse (High Traitor) of those same poor animals she pretended to defend?

 Is it out of collusion with M. Pinault, the powerful owner of GUCCI, Yves-Saint-Laurent, and other fashionably luxurious products she once couldn’t get enough of, who is also an owner of Eurovia and Warbud, two companies which are making a “killing” in astronomical amounts of profit after being selected to prepare the ground for the UEFA Euro 2012 in Ukraine and Poland?


One can not tell for sure for now, but it is nevertheless un silence plutôt éloquent et qui en dit long 
(an eloquent, telling silence), of course.

Intended collusion or not, to this day (January 19th, 2012), Madame Bardot, who was awarded the 2007 “Free Thinker Prize” for the protection of animals and nature in Ukraine, and her Fondation Brigitte-Bardot do not utter a single word about the months-long UEFA animal cruelty scandal in Ukraine anywhere on its official website (CLICK HERE)!

 

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