Let it go

Smile like you mean it
And let yourself let go
Cos it's all in the hands of a bitter, bitter man
Say goodbye to the world you thought you lived in
Take a bow, play the part of a lonely lonely heart
Say goodbye to the world you thought you lived in
To the world you thought you lived in
I tried to live alone
But lonely is lonely, alone
So human as I am
I had to give up my defences
So I smiled and tried to mean it
To let myself let go

(extracts from Any Other World,Mika)

I could be brown...

Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?

I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess I'm a little bit shy
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me without making me try?

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
I've gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!

How can I help it
How can I help it
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby
Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink
Why don't you like me
Why don't you like me
Why don't you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on your shelf?

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
I've gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Walk out the door!

Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want

(Grace Kelly by Mika)

Reboot

After all, love fades away, relationships die, people die, computers crash. All we can do is breathe and reboot.
Because in life, there is no ctrl-alt-del.

Segredos

Eu procuro um amor
que ainda não encontrei
diferente de todos que amei

Nos seus olhos quero descobrir
uma razão para viver
e as feridas dessa vida
eu quero esquecer

Pode ser que eu te encontre
numa fila de cinema
numa esquina ou numa mesa de bar

Procuro um amor
que seja bom pra mim
vou procurar, eu vou até o fim

E eu vou te tratar bem
pra que voce não tenha medo
quando começar a conhecer
os meus segredos

Eu procuro um amor
uma razão para viver
e as feridas dessa vida
eu quero esquecer

Pode ser que eu gagueje
sem saber o que falar
mas eu disfarço
e não saio sem voce de lá

Procuro um amor
que seja bom pra mim
vou procurar, eu vou até o fim

(musica de Barao Vermelho)

Drowned World

I traded fame for love
Without a second thought
It all became a silly a game
Some things cannot be bought

I got exactly what I asked for
Wanted it so badly
Running, rushing back for more
I suffered fools so gladly

And now I find
I've changed my mind

The face of you
My substitute for love
My substitute for love
Should I wait for you?
My substitute for love
My substitute for love

I traveled round the world
Looking for a home
I found myself in crowded rooms
Feeling so alone

I had so many lovers
Who settled for the thrill
Of basking in my spotlight
I never felt so happy

Famous faces, far off places
Trinkets I can buy
No handsome stranger, heady danger
Drug that I can try
No ferris wheel, no heart to steal
No laughter in the dark
No one-night stand, no far-off land
No fire that I can spark

Now I find I've changed my mind
This is my religion

Future lovers hide love inside their eyes II

Not controlled by time
Future lovers shine for eternity
In a world that's free
Put away your past
Love will never last
If you're holding on to a dream that's gone

Line of thought

When I look around, it would be childish of me to deny that my life isn't changing. But for this night, just a coffee can show lots of stuff, for those who can see. That's the thing about really good moments and a really great Montreal.

X

Last night I got to thinking about the x-factor. In mathmatics, we learn that x stands for the unknown, a+b=x, but what's really unknown is what plus what equals friendship with an x. Is this an unsolvable equation? Or is it possible to transform a once passionate love into something that fits nice and easily onto the friendship shelf? I couldn't help but wonder... can you be friends with an x?
Surely...I made friends with most of my xs.
Just don't think people are disposable.
But, anyone in your life should be a plus.
If you+x < you-x then you should review the algorithm of this friendship...

The door

I've done the merry-go-round. I've been through the revolving doors. I feel like I've met somebody I can stand still with for a minute. And don't you want to stand still with me?

Afraid of the dark....

When you're young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun, then you grow up and learn to be cautious; you could break a bone, or a heart. You look before you leap and sometimes you don't leap at all because there's not always someone there to catch you. And in life, there is no safety net. When did it stop being fun and start being scary?
No idea...anyone?

What is to be found?

I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.
Unconditional love may be harmful, maybe that's why everybody is so concerned of their own needs and beliefs. Those beliefs may turn a love story into a freaky nightmare.
When it comes to relationships, maybe we're all in glass houses, and shouldn't throw stones. Because you can never really know. Some people are settling down, some are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less. Than butterflies...

"Lajoie" et la Tristesse

Notre joie est notre tristesse sans masque.
Et le même puits d’où jaillit notre rire a souvent été rempli de nos larmes.
Comment en serait-il autrement ?

Plus profonde est l’entaille découpée en nous par notre tristesse, plus grande est la joie que nous pouvons abriter.

La coupe qui contient notre vin n’est-elle pas celle que le potier flambait dans son four ?

Le luth qui console notre esprit n’est-il pas du même bois que celui creusé par les couteaux ?

Lorsque vous êtes joyeux, sondez votre coeur, et vous découvrirez que ce qui vous donne de la joie n’est autre que ce qui causait votre tristesse.

Lorsque vous êtes triste, examinez de nouveau votre coeur. Vous verrez qu’en vérité vous pleurez sur ce qui fit vos délices.

Certains parmi vous disent : La joie est plus grande que la tristesse", et d’autres disent : "Non, c’est la tristesse qui est la plus grande".

Moi je vous dis qu’elles sont inséparables.

Elles viennent ensemble, et si l’une est assise avec vous, à votre table, rappelez-vous que l’autre est endormie sur votre lit.

En vérité, vous êtes suspendus, telle une balance, entre votre tristesse et votre joie.

Il vous faut être vides pour rester immobiles et en équilibre.

Lorsque le gardien du trésor vous soulève pour peser son or et son argent dans les plateaux, votre joie et votre tristesse s’élèvent ou retombent.

Merci mon petit Lajoie pour me montrer q'il y a beaucoup de choses a trouver que ma tristesse.

Define trust

Sometimes life tells us more than we can understand.
Sometimes understanding is not something you can have easily or assume people would have it for the things you've done or the way you've done things.
My grandma used to say that there is no use of being honest if you don't look honest.
Not important to feel like you're honest enough but that people see you as honest as your heart beats.
Hard to trust someone,hard to trust anyone when the impression is what it counts.
What would it take for me to be able to define trust?

Return to Innocence

Don't be afraid to be weak
don't be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence
If you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
Be yourself don't hide
Just believe in destiny
Don't care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don't give up and use the chance
To return to innocence

That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence

Beyond the invisible

I look into the mirror and see myself, I'm over me
I need space for my desires
Have to dive into my fantasies
I know as soon as I'll arrive
Everything is possible
Cause no one has to hide
Beyond the invisible
Close your eyes
Just feel and realize
It is real and not a dream
I'm in you and you're in me
It is time
To break the chains of life
If you follow you will see
What's beyond reality

Living in an island

Born in an island,raised in an island...living in an island now.
Despite the fact that there are over 2 million people on the island of Montreal, there are times you still feel shipwrecked and alone. Times even the most resourceful survivor would feel the need to put a message in a bottle, or on an answering machine.
Feeling like in an island, nevertheless, may be optional.

Je me souviens

This is what is written in all license plates here in Quebec...Je me souviens...which means "I remember"...
When driving here and in traffic jams, you are forced to see this message on and on....
Then, driving these days I found myself forced to think about this phrase.
I remember....
I remember my family, I remember when I was a kid playing around with my friends with my Hot Wheels...I remember my first day in school, I remember my first kiss, when I fell in love for the first time, I remember when the university accepted me, when I made love for the first time, I remember when I got married, I remember when I saw my kids for the first time and finally saw myself as a man.
I remember when I lost everything but my hope and the ones I love.
I remember when I overcame all this.
I remember who I am.
Je me souviens...
That's what stays after you, after you're gone, the rememberance.
Our lives are made of these memories, some good, some bad.
And then I realized: We shouldn't forget, but we should always be able to forgive.

Cherish is the word I'll use to remind me of your love

I turn the page and
I dream of silent verses where the rhyme
glides noiseless as an oar.
The heavy musty air, the black desks,
The bent heads and the rustling noises
In the great dome
Vanish...
And
The sun hangs in the cobalt-blue sky,
The boat drifts over the lake shallows,
The fishes skim like umber shades through the undulating weeds,
The oleanders drop their rosy petals on the lawns,
And the swallows dive and swirl and whistle
About the cleft battlements of your pride's castle....

Life...oh life

If you think back and replay your life, if it doesn't bring you tears either of joy or sadness, consider it wasted.