L'Amour

Des yeux qui font baiser les miens,
Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche,
Voila le portrait sans retouche
De l'homme auquel j'appartiens

Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas,
Je vois la vie en rose.


Il me dit des mots d'amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ca me fait quelque chose.


Il est entre dans mon coeur
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause.


C'est lui pour moi. Moi pour lui
Dans la vie,
Il me l'a dit, l'a jure pour la vie.

Et des que je l'apercois
Alors je sens en moi
Mon coeur qui bat

Des nuits d'amour a ne plus en finir
Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place
Des enuis des chagrins, des phases
Heureux, heureux a en mourir.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas,
Je vois la vie en rose.


Il me dit des mots d'amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ca me fait quelque chose.


Il est entre dans mon coeur
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause.

C'est toi pour moi. Moi pour toi
Dans la vie,
Il me l'a dit, l'a jure pour la vie.

Et des que je l'apercois
Alors je sens en moi
Mon coeur qui bat



One of the first things that I did when I got to France was download The Absolute Best of Edith Piaf album. I felt as though it was wrong to not listen to one of the most well-known French singers while I was in her country. [Above] is my favorite of the songs on the album. There's something about the French and love. Their love of their country. Their love of their traditions (although sometimes they don't make sense at all). And their love of each other. For those of you who are knew to the French traditions, every single time they greet each other, they do so by doing what they call "La Bise" (google it). The subtle sign of intimacy is enough to show how much more comfortable the French are with their bodies, their sense of sexuality, and themselves as a whole.


We were also warned, as foreigners, that the French have a very different idea of relationships than do Americans. I have yet to see a first-hand example of this, but we were told that a simple smile carries sexual connotations, and that if you initiate a conversation with a French man, or if you agree to go on a date, there is a chance he will jump to the conclusion that you two are an item. The worst part of all of this is that French men are used to hearing "no" (because French women don't want to seem to "easy"), so men are not as easily brushed off as they are in America. 


Will I see support of this? We'll see :)


À Bientôt!
Elie