In_love

Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien I Regret Nothing
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
Balayés 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! Absolutely nothing...
No! I regret nothing
Neither the good that I've done nor the bad
All this is much the same to me!

No! Absolutely nothing...
No! I regret nothing...
It is paid, swept away, forgotten
I don't care about the past!

With my souvenirs
I lit a fire
My sorrows, my pleasures
I need them no more!

Swept away the love affairs
With their tremors
Swept away forever
I leave with nothing ...

No! Absolutely nothing...
No! I regret nothing
Neither the good that I've done nor the bad
All this is much the same to me!

No! Absolutely nothing...
No! I regret nothing...
Because my life, because my joys
Today that begins with you!

Edith_piaf1

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the weight of the beauty fills me with an ocean of tears
 my petite frame cannot hold for much longer
i will drown unless


you are frightened
of what, i am not sure
i can only speculate it is the weight of my love.
you take it, pleasure delayer, and the thought of it,
the tangibility of it, is enough for you.
with these crumbs you can survive.
in solitude, perhaps, or with another.

but i cannot live like this, like a vault.
if you contain water for too long, it will evaporate.
the same is true for love.

 

 

 

 

poem © jamie erin 2011

drowning peacefully to sleep in your arms

Ballerina

it's beautiful everyday ocean dreaming
and su  mmer floating the smell of sunset and sexually magnetic static
there's this piano piece playing in my brain, it makes me very full of
sleepy happiness
i don't think i'll come across another comfortable love like yours
because you're the t-shirt with the word 'free' on it, the one with the hole, the one that's the color of an old swimming pool in august.


i remember the elephants at the zoo. their sad eyes. next to the foggy pacific, that's no place for elephants.
the eucalyptus trees however, the smell fit snuggly in my memories, crisp, clean, clear.

it's the piano. it alw ays has been. and your hands. the unbearable withdrawals i have from your hands.

how can anyone be that patient? but it's the piano. it's underwater shipwreck salty blur into my aqua dreams sinking below love and nostalgia, it will be discovered. but with hopeful searching eyes, ones that want to find it, rescue it, restore it.

then the curtain closes.


no flowers 

 

 

 

 

 

poem copyright jamie erin 2011