Female influence came from my grandmother and my aunt. They would sing Corsican love songs while cleaning the house and dress all in black and say melodramatic things like: “I want to die.”
– Vincent Cassel
Yesterday I’ve been visiting Montmartre with my totally adorable (and handsome) friend Pierre and he made me discover a really fascinating part of it. Few people know that a few hundred meters from Montmartre most tourist part there is an even more romantic Montmartre.
So I’ve started thinking about Romance. Romance, love, oh my! I love to be in love, I just adore it.
But as clearly explained by the French Les Rita Mitzouko, les Histoire d’amour finissent mal, au general ( love stories end badly, in general. And yes, always positives the Frenhies). And this could be hard to manage and to survive sometimes…
But isn’t the drama a fundamental part of love stories? Isn’t the drama that confers the capital letter to Love? Would it be Titanic so memorable without the dramatic Love story between Jack and Rose?
So, when a Love story ends, there are basically two way to manage it: to do something to feel immediatly better, or to rage against yourself reading books like the god of small things, watching movies like Love story and listening to heartbreaking music.
Ne me quitte pas
I’m Italian so I’m graduated in Drama honors causa, moreover, I have a Master degree in tragedie in Paris, so of course, I always choose the second solution, Love is only for the Braves.
(yes there is also to get very drunk, but I’m trying to give “wise” solutions…)
Written by Jaques Brel in 1958, this is the queen of drama sonds. My father, kindly, used to traslate de texte for me when I was a child…thank you Papà. To make you understant the level, please take a look to the traslation. How coul a father trasmit such a song to his daughter?!!
Dont’ leave meYou have to forgetEverything can be forgottenThat is flying away alreadyForget the timeThe misunderstandingsAnd the time that was lostTrying to understand howThese hours can be forgottenThose that are killing sometimesWith whys that hurt like punchesThe heart of happinessDon’t leave me, don’t leave me, don’t leave meI will offer youPearls made of rainComing from countriesWhere it never rainsI will work the earthUntil I dieTo cover your bodyWith gold and lightI will create a kingdom for youWhere love will be the kingWhere love will be the lawWhere you will be the queenDon’t leave me, don’t leave me, don’t leave meI will invent for youMeaningless wordsThat you will understandI will speak to youOf these loversThat we’ve seen twiceTheir hearts embracing each otherI will tell youThe story of this kingWho died of not being ableTo get to know youDon’t leave me, don’t leave me, don’t leave meWe have often seenFire flowing againFrom an ancient vulcanoThat we considered to be too oldIt seems likeBurned earthProduces more wheatThan a warm month of aprilAnd when the night comesAnd the sky is on fireThe black and the redWon’t go togetherDon’t leave me, don’t leave me, don’t leave meI won’t cry anymoreI won’t speak anymoreI will hide right thereTo see youDancing ad smilingAnd to listen to youSing and then laughLet me becomeThe shadow of yor shadowThe shadowof you handThe shadow of your dogDon’t leave me, don’t leave me, don’t leave me
Warning: to survive, avoid listening to the versions of this song by Edith Piaf (to enjoy better please watch the movie La Vie en Rose),
or Nina Simone that is for sure the most dramatic interpretation, listening to the passion that Nina puts into hers singing, I suspect that she didn’t really have a simple loving life too.
Oh, I think I’m crying, but after all, what is life without Love?
cover photo by Jefferson Santos