F.i.in.e Moods

- with rough translation... difficult to render French expressions with the same effect in another language, as is the case of all translations, of course... I tried :) ... just a ditty to pass the time...   

« Non, mais... il est en train de me niaiser ! » s'écria Lucie.  Elle était assise sur le divan et elle fouinait sur le cellulaire de son copain (comme si cela était normal).

"Oh no... he's stringing me along!" cried Lucie.  She was sitting on the sofa and snooping on her boyfriend's phone (as if that was normal).

Je lui demanda alors, ayant un doute savoir la raison de son exclamation (après tout, c'est de Stéphane qu'il s'agissait), « Qu'est-ce qu'il y a ? »

I asked her then, having an inkling that I knew the reason for her exclamation (after all, it was about Stéphane), "What's the matter?"

« Le tabarnak !  Il me trompe !  R'garde ça. »

Elle s'étira pour me montrer les photos qu'elle venait de trouver.

"The f**!  He's cheating on me!  Look at this."

She stretched over to show me the pictures she'd just found.

Je les regardais, ne sachant trop comment aborder la situation.  Il était plutôt clair que sa douce moitié avait des explications, non trop explicables, à fournir.

I was looking at them, not really knowing how to approach the situation.  It was quite evident that her better half had explanations, not too explainable, to give.

Je répliqua « Hm. Ouin... d'accord avec toi que ça paraît mal.  Qu'est-ce que tu vas faire ? », sachant trop bien qu'elle allait lui faire passer un mauvais quart d'heure, et plus.

I replied "Hm.  Yeah... I agree with you that it looks bad.  What are you going to do?", knowing too well that she would be making him go through extreme hell, and more.

« Check-moi b'en aller, y croira pas à ça, j'te jure ! »

Moi, je la croyais sans problème, je peux vous dire.

"Watch me go, he won't believe what hit him, I swear to you !"

Me, I had no trouble believing her, I can tell you.

Si les regards pouvaient tuer...

Je conseillerais à son homme de faire de l'air.

If looks could kill...

I'd advise her man to make himself disappear.

They say we'll come out of it unscathed,

To which I say, "You've got to be kidding."

Then I find myself constructing dreams

Of which would be liberating to dream.

Alas, to no avail become my attempts,

As I seek to tune them all out for sanity.

What a what is this what all about really?

While the state of things keeps declining.

It's the deepening of a different isolation,

Yet we find a way to adapt as we go along.

- when contradictions keep soaring... 

They attempt to reassure you,

Shower you with kind compliments,

Which is all very nice, for sure.

However, when you really take

The time to analyze words vs. actions,

It quickly becomes clear it's all empty.

What disappoints the most, I think,

Aside the lack of sincerity, is how they

Seemingly believe it won't be noticed.

It's the dying in pain that scares the most...

sucked of space or air

to let them out of there

all of it remains stuck

and it'll never budge

that's the current picture

one's comfortably settled in

over the span of years now

it doesn't matter anymore

making sense is so dépassé

just look at everything around

it's in worse shape than inside

where before it's always soared

the chaos

is nth-fold

what to do then?

it's too much

Our story contained many pages

and the most surprising was the end

always believed love was for the ages

not something for you to use and bend

Ripped to shreds is all that was left

of our hearts when the illusion faded

never was I ever rendered so bereft

the day everything became so jaded

How the loss felt grossly insurmountable

I could never properly word it out for you

but everything that was respectable

suddenly fell away and apart from true

How the betrayal of trust soared

and the disbelief was difficult to bear

never thought you could make me so sore

and in a way you could never, you’d swear

I guess all of the promises you made

were just a matter for the moment

never mind I forgave your escapades

loved you even through the torment

Your eyes always convinced such sincerity

and I fell for every one of your apologies

Well, blame can only be bestowed upon me

I should have detected you had strategies

To think back on the pages of our story

it feels strange to remember the good

as though it was someone other than me

who had by you tried all that they could

Because that last page certainly clouded

every bit of worth to capture in memory

only natural for it all to have got shrouded

as a result of such shameless dishonesty

Still, I somehow manage a little smile

when the thought of us comes to mind

and how at one time you would beguile

while our hearts seemed to beat in kind

In these mad times

When it seems like

The worse of the worst

Makes its ugliness shine

And assaults our sensibilities,

There are many more others

Who bring their light

From the heart in

Precious kindness, and

Moving care for others.

It's beautiful, reassuring,

And my depth of gratitude

Cannot be worded justly.

Nonetheless, thank you.

This world often feels like

It could well do with more

Souls such as yours... 

Here it goes, thoughts about ending it all feel so now

When every other part inside screams it really isn't

Here we are, again in conflict with irrational and logical,

As the emotions down right smack it all down to base

Here I am, going over the same old story again

It just goes on and on whatever one does, doesn't it?

Silence can have many meanings

Suppose it's up to me to do the figuring

However this social guessing thing is played

Can't imagine I'll ever master it, sorry to say

She smiled and put her arms around him

A temporary respite from this world's whims

The written word is exceptional

At portraying and conveying

Many things, many thoughts

And musings, sometimes our

Experiences, also our creativity,

As well as our imaginations.

All those levels are limitless.

But for conversations, I struggle.

The missing tone of voice,

Facial expressions,

Body language,

And a person's eyes

Are sorely lacking cues for me,

Which creates a lot of uncertainty.