God,
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference.
God,
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference.
I just called my mom is Paris. She picked up the phone and asked me to call her back same time next friday.
And she hanged up after saying “au revoir chérie”, which means “bye darling”. She wouldn’t give me neither any hint, neither any information, despite my pleading.
The Univers is playing with my natural curiosity, my impatience and my avidity to know and to be in control.
I thought I’m smart, I will call my sister and I will find out anyway. Wouldn’t you do the same?
But then I thought “Oh well, I guess it’s ok if mom knows something and I don’t. I get to exercice my patience and my let go ability… Everything is at the right place”.
But still…
When I get homesick, like tonight, like everyday in fact, I hop on Youtube (thanks Youtube) and I listen to some old French classical singers, like Aznavour, Nougaro, Brel, or Piaf of course…
They sing love, they sing French romance, they sing Paris, they sing my Paris, with such a beauty and a passion that no modern singers have been able to reach, according to me, except may be Pagny.
Their lyrics are poetics and deeply meaningful.
Charles Aznavour, Il faut savoir