Monday, September 12, 2011


Juliette Greco

Tell me again tender things
Your beautiful speech
My heart is not weary of hearing
Provided always
You repeat these wonderful words
I love you

You know
In reality I dont think so
But yet I still want
Listen to this word that I adore
Your voice sounds caressing
And in spite of myself I want to believe

It is so sweet
My dear treasure, to be a little crazy
Life is sometimes too bitter
If one does not believe in dreams
Grief is quickly appeased
With a hug and a kiss
The word that heals the wound in the heart.

---From Juliette Greco's Parlez-moi d'amour