Poem in crescendo to an unknown love

Poem in crescendo to an unknown love

Poem in crescendo to an unknown love by ©LeDomduVin 2019

I have been writing stories and poems (and scenarios, comics and even books), since my very early childhood, even taking the pictures or drawing the illustrations for them for as long as I can remember. I was writing and drawing everywhere I could and whenever I could (even whenever I couldn't, meaning during classes that had no interest to me, while faking listening to the teacher). 

It was bad... I was bad.... always lost in my world... always pushing the limit of my imagination and my creativity... and barely able to concentrate on the more serious and concrete things life is made of.     

I only write on inspiration, I never force myself to write. If it comes, it comes. And I can fill up tones of pages and spend hours without stopping writing as long as the inspiration comes. If it doesn't, then I don't, and won't even try, as it would be useless. 

But, this morning was one of these mornings when inspiration strikes me. I woke up formulating in my mind the 2nd verse of the poem below... for some reasons, the metaphor in the verse would not leave my mind...

Did I wake up horny? Or, in need for sexual healing? ... maybe, but I don't think so... The image in my mind was more subtle and refined than just satisfying a sudden body need... It was gentle and tender... A soft and delicate thought... Like something I haven't done for a long time and wanted to do... slowly, quietly, patiently, affectionately... taking all the time in the world to do it...  and finding that special someone to share and experience the moment with... I had no one in mind... I was just imagining that it is what I would love to do if I find the right person... hopefully, one day...

...and I'm sure lots of other people could relate to that poem too...

So, I immediately took a piece of paper as I did not want to forget the words, and as I wrote down the second verse, it inspired the first one, then the rest of the poem flowed effortlessly, transcribing, "au fur et à mesure" (gradually), the images appearing in my mind. 

I would like to dedicate this poem to all the lonely souls in this world (male and female, as this poem, can be applied to both), for them to believe in themselves a bit more, gain some self-confidence and find the strength and the courage to be stronger inside to fight their fears and doubts, to have more confidence in themselves and to face their personal challenges to one day finally find their soulmate, that special person who will accept and understand them, and love them for who and what they are and just the way they are (me included), to live and share the type of sentiments and moments I described in this poem.    

So, without further due, here it is..... 

Poem in crescendo to an unknown love

One day, I would love to tell you

What I really think about you

Tell you in a whisper: “I love you!”

That I would love to make love to you

That I’d love to sense your body

Shivering under the caress of my hand

Undulating along your curves slowly

Feeling the emotion through your skin

That I’d love to run my hand in your hair

For a while let my fingers linger there

Before gradually descending on your neck  

Then gently draw the contour of your face

That I’d love to lose myself in the tenderness of your regard

Taking the time to look at you and pose there

Redefining the lines of your visage with my timid stare

Exchanging eyes in eyes our sentiments for each other

That I’d love to share and laugh with you

And I’d hate arguing and fighting with you

And how the view of your smile and the sparks in your eyes

Can magickly brighten any of my darkening skies

That I’d love endless conversations

Some without moving the lips, not saying a word

Or on the contrary some with thousands of words

Sharing all of our ideas, interests and passions

That I’d love to stroll and sit down on the beach

Watching your beautiful silhouette shaped by the sunlight

Imagining things already while you walk back toward me

Returning your smile embellishing your profile flawlessly

That I’d love to indefinitely keep in mind

The picture of you in these beige sepia tones under the bright sun

Droplets of the ocean still streaming on your skin

While we lay down, our bodies and lips reuniting

That I’d love to watch the seasons pass by at your side

Watching Nature awaken in Spring, swimming in the waves in the warmth of Summer

Dancing with the leaves in the wind of Autumn while strolling in the wild

Cuddling in bed, trekking and skiing the slopes and playing in the snow of Winter

That I’d love to lay down beside you, both looking at the sky

Your head next to mine guessing the shapes in the clouds

Admiring the immensity of the universe by a bright summer night

Gazing at the stars, our imagination and dreams knowing no bounds  

And there are so many other things that I would love to say to you…

But as I remain speechless, distant, too shy and insecure to approach you

Glancing at you furtively from afar despite my inner desire to let you know

You've just noticed the expression in my eyes alight with countless thoughts of you...

Your faint but inviting smile is quite irresistible and friendly 
I should stand, surmount my fears, and embrace you warmly
Yet, hypnotised by your charm, I doubt I’ll do the first step to say hello…  
But... maybe, you never know...

Poem by Dominique Noël

April 3^rd, 2019

©DominqueNoël 2019 ©LeDomduVin 2019

Hope you liked this sentimental poem... let me know in the comments if you feel like it... 

I had a lot of pleasure writing it, and if I knew how to play an instrument, I think I will even make it as a song, as I was almost singing it while writing it somehow..... 

That's all folks for today, 

Stay tuned for more posts about wine, and life in general, coming soon. 

LeDomduVin 2019

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Raconte-moi..... a great little song

"Raconte-Moi..."

A great little song

Tracey Kent - Raconte-moi... Album Cover

"Raconte-moi" is a great little song that I love, sang by Jazz singer Tracey Kent. Her smooth, soft, low-key voice sets the romantic and lazy Sunday morning mood of this song. 

One of my Hongkongese colleagues who also love that song asked me to translate it for him to have a better idea of what the song is talking about. 

So, I obliged him by translating to the best I could the metaphorical lyrics of that song written by Bernie Beaupere, Jean-Karl Lucas, Emilie Satt. 

At first, I told myself that I will use "Google Translation" to see what the literal translation could be, however, I immediately realized that Google had no clue about the metaphors used in this song and the translation was stupid at best and awkward at worst and didn't make much sense overall.   

So, I decided to translate it myself, with my understanding and interpretation of the lyrics' words and metaphors. I love doing this exercise of translating, whether it is a text, a book, a song, a poem or whatever else, I found it fun to translate either from French to English, or English to French. I have always loved doing it.

French understanding and singing along
of English and American Songs on the Radio back in the 80s
by ©LeDomduVin 2019

More especially when I was young listening to the English and American songs on the radio, singing along incomprehensible and incorrect words, in some sort of English with my strong French accent, which in fact sounded more like Franglish, believing I was really singing correctly the lyrics of the songs...  but I only realized my "partial" (should I say "quasi-inexistent") understanding of the songs  when I was looking at the lyrics on the back of the vinyl's cover (33 Tours) or reading them in the booklet coming with the "cassette" (music tape).

To better understand the lyrics, I looked up the words in my English-French dictionary first, then write them down and tried to translate the set of words of the songs, more in a literal way then in a comprehensible way I must say.....  It was fun and usually gave me a different perspective on the meaning of the song... some songs were really cool, others were really lame and cheesy ... but I still like them...

So, without further due, here is the translation of this great little song called "Raconte-moi" or  "Tell me" in English by Tracey Kent. 

Lyrics in French	Translation in English
Raconte-moi	Tell me
La lumière ruisselle	The light is streaming
Derrière le rideau	Behind the curtain
Une voix de cresselle	A rattle voice
Dit qu'il va faire beau	Says the weather will be nice
Mais je m'en fou pas mal des choses de la rue	But I do not care much about things in the street
Y'a des caresses, des croissants tout chauds	There are some caresses, hot croissants
Du thé à l'amour et des fruits confus	Tea with love and confused fruits
Serve-moi encore un petit verre d'eau	Poor me a little glass of water
Raconte-moi des rêves	Tell me about dreams
Au gout du cajou	With taste of cashew
Sur un bout de grève	On the tip of a shore
Le long de ton cou	Along your neck
Sens là c'est des soleils	Feel there, these are suns
Sur ta peau saline	On your salty skin
Dessine-moi une abeille	Draw me a bee
Que je te butine	So I can lick you
Midi qui klaxonne	Midday is honking
Sur le macadame	On the macadam
Les bistros bourdonnent	The Bistros are buzzing
L'assenceur qui brumme	The elevator is growling
Mais je m'en fou pas mal des choses de la rue	But I do not care much about things in the street
Donne moi plutôt un savon qui mousse	Rather give me a soap that foam
Je ferais l'animal pris au dépourvu	I will do the animal caught off guard
Si tu me fais des chose si douces	If you do to me such sweet things
Racontes-moi des rêves	Tell me about dreams
Des histoires de fou	Crazy stories
Sur le bout des lèvres	On the tip of your lips
Racontes-moi tout	Tell me everything
Sens là c'est des soleils	Feel there, these are suns
Sur ta peau saline	On your salty skin
Dessine-moi une abeille	Draw me a bee
Que je te butinne	So I can lick you
Le jour qui grisonne	The day is turning grey
Les heures qui se fanent	The hours are fading
Faut que tu telephones	You should give a phone call
A tes états d'âmes	to your moods
Mais je m'en fou pas mal des choses de ta vie	But I do not care much about things in your life
De tes rendez-vous que tu n'as pas pris	Of your appointments that you did not take
De tes mecredis qui sont bien remplies	Of your Wednesdays which are well filled
Et de ton mobile qui n'a plus de batterie	And your mobile phone that has no battery
Racontes-moi des rêves	Tell me about dreams
Des histoires de fou	Crazy stories
Si le jour se lève	If the day comes up
Dis lui qu'on s'en fou	Tell him we do not care
Sens là c'est des soleils	Feel there, these are suns
Sur ta peau saline	On your salty skin
Dessine-moi une abeille	Draw me a bee
Que je te butine	That I can lick you

I love this song because of the story it tells us. The story of a couple, still in bed, probably on a lazy Sunday morning. The woman is looking at the sun rising behind the curtain, forming patches of light that she calls "suns" on the skin of her partner. And she briefly looked in the street by the window, but she obviously does not care about what is happening outside, as she feels comfy and nice, cuddling and kissing in the bed, and obviously has something in mind.....

That's all folks for today,

Just a little song I love and that you can watch on YouTube

Stay tuned for more posts coming soon 

LeDomduVin a.k.a. Dominique Noel