lament mad madame mim Ils me trouvent génial, mes mauvais tours les émerveillent. Tous les ans, c'est le triomphe et la gloire ! Je leur fais des surprises quand la lune s'éveille, Et ils crient avant de m'apercevoir ! Sans le moindre effort, je m'amuse à jouer au fantôme, Et presque aussitôt, c'est la panique ! Un seul geste banal, si l'on sait faire "Bouh !", Fait fuir sur-le-champ l'armée la plus stoïque ! Mais jour après jour, c'est la même déprime... Je n'éprouve plus rien en commettant mes crimes ! Et moi, Jack, l'épouvantail, J'avoue me lasser de la même bataille... Dans mon vieux corps, il règne aujourd'hui Une bien étrange mélancolie. Pour moi, la vie n'est qu'un long sanglot, Mon coeur éclate, la mort est mon lot... Je suis l'esprit du mal, le génie infernal ! Les revenants ne vont pas en revenir... Je suis marié à la peur, l'horreur et la terreur, Pour le meilleur et surtout le pire ! Et comme je suis mort, je me sers de mon crâne Pour réciter "Être ou ne pas être" ! Lorsque l'envie m'en prend, mes cris fracassants Résonnent à plus de cent-vingt kilomètres ! Un jour... oui... pourrai-je me faire entendre, Moi l'épouvantail qu'on dit privé d'entrailles ? Je ne veux plus de ma couronne ! Comment pourraient-ils comprendre ? S'ils savaient seulement comme j'aimerais la rendre ! Je traîne sans but mes vieux os fourbus, Je me languis de l'inconnu... Pouvoir et gloire sont bien dérisoires Face au néant de mon désespoir ! 991226 ... camille pardon me mad madame mim, i find your writing fascinating and translate to share your beauty.. Lament by mad madame mim They find me brilliant, my nasty tricks fill them with wonder. Every year, it is the triumph and glory! I surprise them, when the moon wakes up, And they shout before realizing! Without the least effort, I have fun playing phantom, And almost at once, it is panic! Only one banal gesture, if one can say " Bouh! ", fleeing the most stoical army all at once! But day after day, it is the same depressing... I do not test anything any more by committing my crimes! And me, Jack, the scarecrow, I acknowledge to weary same battle... In my old body, it reigns today a quite strange melancholy. For me, the life is only one long sob, My heart bursts, death is my batch... I am the evil spirit, infernal engineering! The ghosts will not return from there... I am married with the fear, the horror and the terror, For best and especially worst! And as I died, I am useful myself of my cranium to recite " To be or not to be” mad madame mim 000315 ... silentbob ...but i'm just as capable of being loved as any one of those guys... 010124 ... burden life so green a ruse, obscene let's keep it clean come on, Eileen east to west this is a test a heaving chest would suit me best go get bent you're heaven-sent like Bucky Dent or hours spent in presence dear see here, see here I smeared the queer but fear that we're so close so close so far away my world is black (at least dark gray) if I had any chance, I'd stay but all was broken yesterday scrambled eggs a rich man begs oh god, those legs round holes, square pegs 010503 ... Aimee and the daffodils look lovely today.. 010729 ... mulder as you wish 010729 ... unhinged i still miss you today i decided i didn't want to pick a part i just miss all of you remember when we were friends? remember when we talked almost everyday? told each other jokes sang each other songs maybe even a little phone_sex whatever cheered us up whatever made us happy remember when we were friends? you all_i_need 080217 ... unhinged sometimes i have to leave the house just_because laying in bed alone my photographic_memory takes over and all i can see is you or rather just the memories of you your_voice your_smell your_hands and all the sad songs in the world don't erase the pictures in my head so i go to places that don't know you hoping to find someone just like you afraid that you were my last shot i mean christ even the weather reminds me of you 090515 what's it to you? who go blather from