If the pillows could talk, there would be no more secrets on earth. Me, I prefer that the pillows are silent because certain confessions must remain for their sole owners. I dedicate this melody to Madame Hérivale de La Fontaine who inspired me with her poem '' L’Oreiller ''.
                …  
L’Oreiller 

Tu es toujours près de moi,  
Depuis ma tendre enfance. 
Et c'est comme une évidence,  
De te garder sous mon toit. 
Ma tête le soir sur toi, 
Vient se poser sans méfiance.
 Quelquefois mes peines immenses, 
T'inondent de leur émois.   

Passe passe passe les tourments.  
Passe passe passe les amants.
 Passe passe passe les sentiments,
 Mais tu restes toujours bienveillant   

Que serait ma vie sans toi ?
Un long chemin sans jouissance. 
Instrument de mon aisance, 
Quand je m'endors avec toi,  
Mon sommeil est sans effroi.  
Mon oreiller quand j'y pense, 
Tu me permets l'insouciance. 
En toi, chaque nuit je me noie. 
 
Passe passe passe les tourments.  
Passe passe passe les amants. 
Passe passe passe les sentiments,
 Mais tu restes toujours bienveillant.

   	                                   Hérivale de La Fontaine.
https://www.poeme-france.com/auteur/herival-de-la-fontaine/

L'oreiller

She don't know what she want

A big thank you to Messrs J. Pachelbel and Jean-François paillard.

My Lady

Samira

It’s an honor for me when a young pianist performs one of my songs.
I can't help but share my emotion with you.
Mr. Krajcovic Medhi has given this title a soul and emotions. I thank this artist for the great pleasure that his interpretation brings me.

Krajcovic Medhi - Sornettes

Just Us

I would like to thank Madame Gautier for her illustration: Contact@azenia.fr

A Day Alone

Waiting In Vain

Another Day Alone

Goodbye Wiliam Py

A Pleasant Awakening

With Little Frog Leaps, Rose Is Far Away

I Don't Have A Penny Left, But I'm Free

Un Adieu Ou  Un Au Revoir - Quelques mots à vous dire.

Je Te Demande Pardon - Quelques mots à vous dire.

Some Black And White Keys

Illustration art work by Josette CLAUDEL arcane5@orange.fr

N°50- Quelques mots à vous dire.

Kill What Is Bad In Your Past

En Attendant Son Éveil - Quelques mots à vous dire.

Amsterdam

Just leave me a moment and I'll come back to you

Cupidon

Under the influence

I know a wise man, who has spent his life climbing the highest peaks of this world.
After each return from his travels, I would ask him: "Where is the place with the most beautiful scenery? ’’
And he would say, ’My brother! Open your eyes and look around, then you'll see one of those. ‘’
This man, whom I am proud to know, is my friend Stéphane T.

Stéphane, Tell Us About Your Last Trip

Little Tears

The story of this song for those interested in ..

A long time ago, I had met a young woman in a factory. She had the gift of a job well done. She was nice, beautiful as a flower. One day she seemed very sad to me and her mind was in bad shape. I prompted her to confide… She explained to me that she was getting married and that the majority of those close to her told her that she was making a mistake. I looked her in the eye and asked her two questions: Do you love him? Is it you or the others who get married? … She got married !
We hit it off and became good colleagues. A few years later, we started to carpool. One hour of travel and eight hours of work have helped to make friends with us.
After a while, she was pregnant, so there were three of us in the car.
She had her life, I had mine, but by the eyes of many we were a couple. Although this is wrong I liked the idea very much. (Fortunately, her husband and my then girlfriend weren't jealous.)
The day of her delivery arrived ... I visited her the next day.
She was happy to introduce her daughter to me. She put her in my arms, I was paralyzed, I said I had never touched an infant in my life. She replied: Me too this is the first time.
Her child was in my arms, the sky could have collapsed on us, the little one was safe. I have never felt so strong and vulnerable at the same time. I have a bad memory but this event is sure, that I loved I will not forget it. Her husband arrived and we tasted the champagne ...
Here is that carpooling had an additional step that of the babysitter. And so thanks to this woman I learned a new sense of responsibility and priorities in life.
Two or three years after that the factory made a social plan. (Nice word to say a series of layoffs) I stayed, she didn't. As much as her sweet company made the chore of work easy, her absence made it harder.
She's who I've sung all my songs , she never heard the one I wrote to her.
Little by little, our visits became less frequent until they became non-existent.
17 years have passed without any meeting. She is a biker and  I have lost so many friends caused by. I was afraid to stop by her house and learn what I didn’t want to hear.

I found her daughter a few days ago on Face book ... She gave me her mother Stella's number and told me that her mother was waiting for my call!
I found myself facing myself, the phone in hand I could not dial the number everything was blurry, my eyes were filled with sweet and warm tears, what happiness!
I visited her that same afternoon ...
I spent the afternoon and evening with my friend, her husband and their children.
It was a magical moment, after 17 years it's like we left just yesterday.

Well Stella didn’t make the mistake of getting married, on the contrary, she lives in joyfulness. She and her husband have succeeded in making a beautiful, charming and harmonious family where you can smell the scent of happiness.

I got home very late at night. I took my song 'Stella' i read and reread it actually didn't make sense it was only her and I who could understand the story. I definitely threw it in the basket.
I transcribed the music and its feeling from the guitar to the piano and here is the result. The left hand quiet and sweet (she), the talkative but delicate right hand marking only very small silences. (Me) The reflection of our thousands of conversations.

It’s a melancholy story, but certainly not sad. A beautiful love story, not of two lovers but of two Friends.

There are good, honest, faithful and respectful people in this world. Stella is part of this world !

I wish you pleasant listening and thank you for your attention.

Stella

A Story

Just An Illusion

Cupidon Don't Make Me Mad No More

When a beautiful love ends ...
That we realize that the engine of our unions is no longer fueled, only by a flood of lies and complacency.
So, it's time to put aside their feelings of ownership of the other and allow each other the freedom to walk away.
If friendship and mutual respect are true then it is no longer a breakup, but a disunity.
There are no broken dishes, no bad words, no violence and no anger.
In theory it sounds smooth and easy. In reality, it is a deep sadness, a broken oath and a heavy feeling of loneliness.
We choose a music, a song, we listen to it repeatedly. We let our tears flow, which relieves our hearts and numbs our tortured minds.
Time goes by and the sadness slowly fades. We then keep the memory of a beautiful story, a slice of life with no more lies.

No More Lies

A Frog On A Water Lily

A Few Minutes In Front Of The Bus Stop.

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