Amours

(Extrait de “Paroles”, Jacques Prévert)

Sables mouvants 

Démons et merveilles 
Vents et marées 
Au loin déjà la mer s’est retirée 
Démons et merveilles 
Vents et marées 
Et toi 
Comme une algue doucement carressée par le vent 
Dans les sables du lit tu remues en rêvant 
Démons et merveilles 
Vents et marées 
Au loin déjà la mer s’est retirée 
Mais dans tes yeux entrouverts 
Deux petites vagues sont restées 
Démons et merveilles 
Vents et marées 
Deux petites vagues pour me noyer. 

Le jardin 

Des milliers et des milliers d’années 
Ne sauraient suffire 
Pour dire 
La petite seconde d’éternité 
Où tu m’as embrassé 
Où je t’ai embrassèe 
Un matin dans la lumière de l’hiver 
Au parc Montsouris à Paris 
A Paris 
Sur la terre 
La terre qui est un astre. 
  

Cet Amour 

Cet amour 
Si violent 
Si fragile 
Si tendre 
Si désespéré 
Cet amour 
Beau comme le jour 
Et mauvais comme le temps 
Quand le temps est mauvais 
Cet amour si vrai 
Cet amour si beau 
Si heureux 
Si joyeux 
Et si dérisoire 
Tremblant de peur comme un enfant dans le noir 
Et si sûr de lui 
Comme un homme tranquille au milieu de la nuit 
Cet amour qui faisait peur aux autres 
Qui les faisait parler 
Qui les faisait blémir 
Cet amour guetté 
Parce que nous le guettions 
Traqué blessé piétiné achevé nié oublié 
Parce que nous l’avons traqué blessé piétiné achevé nié oublié 
Cet amour tout entier 
Si vivant encore 
Et tout ensoleillé 
C’est le tien 
C’est le mien 
Celui qui a été 
Cette chose toujours nouvelles 
Et qui n’a pas changé 
Aussi vraie qu’une plante 
Aussi tremblante qu’un oiseau 
Aussi chaude aussi vivante que l’été 
Nous pouvons tous les deux 
Aller et revenir 
Nous pouvons oublier 
Et puis nous rendormir 
Nous réveiller souffrir vieillir 
Nous endormir encore 
Rêver à la mort 
Nous éveiller sourire et rire 
Et rajeunir 
Notre amour reste là 
Têtu comme une bourrique 
Vivant comme le désir 
Cruel comme la mémoire 
Bête comme les regrets 
Tendre comme le souvenir 
Froid comme le marbre 
Beau comme le jour 
Fragile comme un enfant 
Il nous regarde en souriant 
Et il nous parle sans rien dire 
Et moi j’écoute en tremblant 
Et je crie 
Je crie pour toi 
Je crie pour moi 
Je te supplie 
Pour toi pour moi et pour tous ceux qui s’aiment 
Et qui se sont aimés 
Oui je lui crie 
Pour toi pour moi et pour tous les autres 
Que je ne connais pas 
Reste là 
Là où tu es 
Là où tu étais autrefois 
Reste là 
Ne bouge pas 
Ne t’en va pas 
Nous qui sommes aimés 
Nous t’avons oublié 
Toi ne nous oublie pas 
Nous n’avions que toi sur la terre 
Ne nous laisse pas devenir froids 
Beaucoup plus loin toujours 
Et n’importe où 
Donne-nous signe de vie 
Beaucoup plus tard au coin d’un bois 
Dans la forêt de la mémoire 
Surgis soudain 
Tends-nous la main 
Et sauve-nous.

Immense et Rouge 

Immense et rouge 
Au-dessus du Grand Palais 
Le soleil d’hiver apparaît 
Et disparaît 
Comme lui mon coeur va disparaître 
Et tout mon sang va s’en aller 
S’en aller à ta recherche 
Mon amour 
Ma beauté 
Et te trouver 
Là où tu es. 

Chanson 

Quel jour sommes-nous 
Nous sommes tous les jours 
Mon amie 
Nous sommes toute la vie 
Mon amour 
Nous nous aimons et nous vivons 
Nous vivons et nous nous aimons 
Et nous ne savons pas ce que c’est que la vie 
Et nous ne savons pas ce que c’est que le jour 
Et nous ne savons pas ce que c’est que l’amour. 

Chanson du geôlier 

Où vas-tu beau geôlier 
Avec cette clé tachée de sang 
Je vais délivrer celle que j’aime 
S’il en est encore temps 
Et que j’ai enfermée 
Tendrement cruellement 
Au plus secret de mon désir 
Au plus profond de mon tourment 
Dans les mensonges de l’avenir 
Dans les bêtises des serments 
Je veux la délivrer 
Je veux qu’elle soit libre 
Et même de m’oublier 
Et même de s’en aller 
Et même de revenir 
Et encore de m’aimer 
Ou d’en aimer un autre 
Si un autre lui plaît 
Et si je reste seul 
Et elle en allée 
Je garderai seulement 
Je garderai toujours 
Dans mes deux mains en creux 
Jusqu’à la fin des jours 
La douceur de ses seins modelés par l’amour. 

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Black Panther Actress Sope Aluko Roped In For Spider-Man Spinoff Venom

Sony has reportedly roped in Black Panther actress Sope Aluko for its standalone Spider-Man spinoff film Venom. In the Ryan Coogler-directed blockbuster, Aluko portrayed the character of a Wakandan spiritual leader, Shaman, who learns under Zuri (Forest Whitaker).
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The details about Aluko’s role in Venom still remain undisclosed. It is not yet confirmed if her character in the upcoming movie will relate to Black Panther or the Marvel Cinematic Universe. It will most likely be a minor supporting part. The Nigerian-born actress Aluko’s addition to Venom was first reported by Deadline. She also has appeared in films including Bloodline, Pitch Perfect 2, and Identity Thief.

Directed by Zombieland fame director, Ruben Fleischer, from a script by Jeff Pinkner (The Dark Tower), Scott Rosenberg (Jumanji) and Kelly Marcel (Fifty Shades of Grey), Venomalso stars actors Tom Hardy, Michelle Williams, Jenny Slate, Woody Harrelson and Riz Ahmed in the lead roles. The upcoming film is produced by Avi Arad, Matt Tolmach, Amy Pascal, with Executive Producers David Householter and Stan Lee.

Talking about the film’s storyline, director Ruben Fleisher has already announced that Venom ’s story would be based on Marvel Comics fare in 1993’s Venom: Lethal Protector limited series and 1995’s The Planet of the Symbiotes storyline from the pages of Spider-Man titles. Notably, the film is not in any manner connected to the universe seen in Spider-Man: Homecoming.

Sony also has another Spider-Man spinoff film in works which is Silver & Black. The movie is scheduled to arrive on February 8, 2019.

Venom will star Tom Hardy in the role of Eddie Brock who is a reporter-turned-Spider-Man nemesis. It’s believed that Tom Holland as the fan favorite Peter Parker may show up for a small cameo in the movie. It will be interesting to see how Peter becomes involved. Venom is slated to land in theatres on October 5, 2018. You can check out the film’s trailer below.

Source: Deadline

HBO’s Watchmen TV Series Pilot Filming To Take Place In Vancouver

Earlier last December, it was revealed that HBO’s Watchmen TV series’ pilot will begin filming this March. It seems like the network is still on track with its schedule and may soon start production.

A production schedule listing from Production Weekly has revealed that the Pilot filming will take place in Vancouver, Canada. Furthermore, the status remains as spring 2018 so it looks like an exact filming start date has not yet been assigned.

In January, HBO’s programming president Casey Bloys confirmed that they had a script ready to film the pilot this year. Here’s what he had to say:

I’ve read the script, it’s amazing,” Bloys said. “I’m thrilled, I imagine we’ll shoot that this year.”

This won’t be the first time Warner Bros. and DC have chosen this location. Zack Snyder’s Watchmen and Man of Steel movie were both filmed in Vancouver as well.

For the movie version, Snyder decided to build a custom backlot in Vancouver after shooting in several locations.

After a couple months of shooting at various locations and on stages, last week we finally made the transition to our New York City backlot. Since the New York City that is rendered in the graphic novel is so particular, it was very important to me that our backlot speak the same language, the vernacular of WATCHMEN. In addition, the backlot needs to function as many different parts of the city, countless store fronts, street corners, alleys, etc. So, with that in mind, we set out to build own own custom backlot here in Vancouver, BC. In my opinion, the results speak for themselves,” Explained Snyder (via Gothamist).

Currently, DCEU’s Shazam and the TV series Titans are also being filmed in Toronto, Canada. Flashpoint is also being reported to be filmed in the same country.

Damon Lindelof will helm Watchmen as the showrunner. The Leftover’s Nicole Kassell will direct the pilot.

It was only in last year September that fans got an update from Lindelof that he had started pre-production with the TV series. Stay tuned with Pursue News for updates on Watchmen and other DCEU news.

Source: Production Weekly

PAROLA E` VITA-WORD IS LIFE-الكلمة هي الحياة

Dice un proverbio arabo che ogni Parola,
prima di essere pronunciata,
dovrebbe passare da tre porte.
Sull’arco della prima porta dovrebbe esserci scritto: ” È vera?”
Sulla seconda campeggiare la domanda: ” È necessaria ?”
Sulla terza essere scolpita l’ultima richiesta: “È gentile ?”
Una parola giusta può superare le tre barriere e raggiungere
il destinatario con il suo significato piccolo o grande….
Nel mondo di oggi, dove le parole inutili si sprecano,
occorrerebbero cento porte, molte delle quali
rimarrebbero sicuramente chiuse…

Zombie
Senza respiro
respinti dall’inferno,
carcasse vuote
sorrette da un male vitreo
guidano crani spenti
riempiti da grugniti
bramano anime bianche
fame putrida,
lamenti di un abisso tetro
in precipitar senza fine.
Quando non ci sarà più posto all’inferno,
i morti cammineranno sulla terra e ormai
è da anni che stanno camminando.
“Canto d’amore per le parole”:
Perché abbiamo paura delle parole quando
sono state mani dal palmo rosa,
delicate quando ci accarezzano gentilmente le gote,
e calici di vino rincuorante sorseggiato,
un’estate, da labbra assetate?
Perché abbiamo paura delle parole quando
tra di loro vi sono parole simili a campane invisibili,
la cui eco preannuncia nelle nostre vite agitate
la venuta di un’epoca di alba incantata,
intrisa d’amore e di vita?
Ci siamo assuefatti al silenzio.
Ci siamo paralizzati, temendo che il segreto
possa dividere le nostre labbra.
Abbiamo pensato che nelle parole
giaceva un folletto invisibile, rannicchiato,
nascosto dalle lettere dalle orecchie del tempo.
Abbiamo incatenato le lettere assetate,
vietando loro di diffondere la notte per noi come un cuscino,
gocciolante di musica, sogni, e caldi calici.
Perché abbiamo paura delle parole?
Tra di loro ne esistono di incredibile dolcezza
le cui lettere hanno estratto il tepore
della speranza da due labbra, e altre che,
esultando di gioia si sono fatte strada tra
la felicità momentanea di due occhi inebriati.
Parole, poesia, teneramente hanno
accarezzato le nostre gote, suoni che,
assopiti nella loro eco, colorano una frusciante,
segreta passione, un desiderio segreto.
Perché abbiamo paura delle parole?
Se una volta le loro spine ci hanno ferito,
hanno anche avvolto le loro braccia
attorno al nostro collo e diffuso il loro dolce
profumo sui nostri desideri.
Se le loro lettere ci hanno trafitto e il loro viso si è
voltato stizzito ci hanno anche lasciato un liuto in mano
e domani ci inonderanno di vita.
Su, versaci due calici di parole.
Domani ci costruiremo un nido di sogno di parole,
in alto, con l’edera che discende dalle sue lettere.
Nutriremo i suoi germogli con la poesia e
innaffieremo i suoi fiori con le parole.
Costruiremo un terrazzo per la timida rosa
con colonne fatte di parole, e una stanza
fresca inondata di ombra, protetta da parole.
Abbiamo dedicato la nostra vita come
una preghiera chi pregheremo… se non le parole?
Dove finisce l’onda e dove inizia il mare?
Dove finisce il corpo e dove inizia l’ombra?
Dove finiscono le tenebre e dove inizia la luce?
Le parole respirano fuori dalla loro cornice
i sensi si increspano e si distendono simili a
un oceano di un cerchio il
cui centro è inesistente.
Non siamo altro che una delle probabilità dell’esistenza.
La nostra vita è un buffo insieme di dubbi
un equivoco di possibilità concesse.
Mi rivolgo a ciò che è informe
procedo verso il nascondiglio.
Quando cercherò di raccogliere l’esperienza?
Come potrò trovare l’imbarcazione?
Nell’annullamento del tempo e
dello sviluppo che retrocede?
La luce non ha forma
L’onda non ha confini
L’io non ha facciate
La passione non ha orizzonti.
Sii te stesso.

An Arabic proverb says that every Word,
before being pronounced,
it should go from three doors.
On the arch of the first door there should be written: “Is it true?”
On the second camp the question: “Is it necessary?”
On the third being carved the last request: “Is it kind?”
A right word can overcome the three barriers and reach
the recipient with its small or large meaning ….
In today’s world, where useless words are wasted,
one hundred doors would be needed, many of them
they would definitely be closed …

Zombie
Breathless
rejected by hell,
empty carcasses
supported by a vitreous disease
they drive off dead skulls
filled with grunts
they crave white souls
putrid hunger,
lamentations of a bleak abyss
in endless rush.
When there will be no more room in hell,
the dead will walk on the earth and now
For years they have been walking.
“Song of love for words”:
Because we are afraid of words when
they were hands with a pink palm,
delicate when they gently caress the cheeks,
and reluctant wine glasses sipped,
a summer, from thirsty lips?
Because we are afraid of words when
among them there are words similar to invisible bells,
whose echo announces in our troubled lives
the coming of an era of enchanted dawn,
imbued with love and life?
We became addicted to silence.
We are paralyzed, fearing that the secret
can divide our lips.
We thought that in words
lay an invisible elf, curled up,
hidden by the letters from the ears of time.
We chained the thirsty letters,
forbidding them to spread the night for us like a pillow,
dripping with music, dreams, and warm glasses.
Why are we afraid of words?
Among them there are incredible sweetness
whose letters have extracted the warmth
of hope from two lips, and others that,
exulting with joy they made their way between
the momentary happiness of two inebriated eyes.
Words, poetry, tenderly have
caressed our cheeks, sounds that,
drowsy in their echo, they color a rustling,
secret passion, a secret desire.
Why are we afraid of words?
If once their thorns hurt us,
they also wrapped their arms
around our neck and spread their sweet
perfume on our desires.
If their letters have pierced us and their face is
They were even angry and left a lute in their hands
and tomorrow they will flood us with life.
Come on, pour two goblets of words.
Tomorrow we will build a dream-like nest of words,
above, with ivy descending from his letters.
We will feed its shoots with poetry and
we will water his flowers with words.
We will build a terrace for the shy pink
with columns made of words, and a room
fresh flooded with shade, protected by words.
We have dedicated our life as
a prayer who we will pray … if not words?
Where does the wave end and where does the sea start?
Where does the body end and where does the shadow start?
Where do the darkness end and where does the light start?
Words breathe out of their frame
the senses ripple and relax similar to
an ocean of a circle the
whose center is non-existent.
We are nothing but one of the probabilities of existence.
Our life is a funny set of doubts
a misunderstanding of possibilities granted.
I address what is unformed
I proceed to the hiding place.
When will I try to collect the experience?
How will I find the boat?
In the cancellation of time e
of the development that recedes?
Light has no form
The wave has no boundaries
The self has no facades
Passion has no horizons.
Be yourself.

يقول المثل العربي أن كل كلمة ،
قبل أن تنطق ،
يجب أن تذهب من ثلاثة أبواب.
على قوس الباب الأول يجب أن يكتب: “هل هذا صحيح؟”
في المعسكر الثاني السؤال: “هل هو ضروري؟”
في الثالث تم نحت الطلب الأخير: “هل هو لطيف؟”
يمكن للكلمة الصحيحة التغلب على الحواجز الثلاثة والوصول إليها
المتلقي بمعناه الصغير أو الكبير ….
في عالم اليوم ، حيث تضيع الكلمات غير المفيدة ،
ستحتاج إلى مائة باب ، الكثير منها
سيكون بالتأكيد مغلقة …

غيبوبة
بدون التنفس
رفضت من قبل الجحيم ،
الجثث الفارغة
بدعم من مرض زجاجي
يقتلون الجماجم الميتة
مليئة همهمات
يشتهون النفوس البيضاء
الجوع السريع
الرثاء من هاوية قاتمة
في الاندفاع التي لا نهاية لها.
عندما لن يكون هناك مكان آخر في الجحيم ،
سوف يمشي الميت على الأرض والآن
لسنوات كانوا يمشون.
“أغنية الحب للكلمات”:
لأننا نخاف من الكلمات عندما
كانوا يدا بيد نخيل وردي ،
عندما ترتدي الخدود بلطف ،
وترتديه نظارات النبيذ مترددة ،
صيف ، من الشفاه العطشى؟
لأننا نخاف من الكلمات عندما
من بينها هناك كلمات مشابهة للأجراس غير المرئية ،
الصدى الذي يعلن في حياتنا المضطربة
مجيء عصر الفجر المسحور ،
مشبع بالحب والحياة؟
أصبحنا مدمنين على الصمت.
نحن مشلولين ، خوفا من أن السر
يمكن أن تقسم شفاهنا.
كنا نظن ذلك بالكلمات
وضع قزم غير مرئي ، مجعد ،
مخبأة بالحروف من آذان الزمان.
قمنا بالربط بين الحروف العطشى ،
يمنعهم من نشر ليلة بالنسبة لنا مثل وسادة ،
تقطر مع الموسيقى والأحلام والنظارات الدافئة.
لماذا نخاف من الكلمات؟
من بينها هناك حلاوة لا تصدق
الذين استخلصت رسائلهم الدفء
الأمل من شفتيْن ، وآخرون ،
تشرد بفرح شقت طريقهم بين
السعادة المؤقتة لعينتين مخمورين.
الكلمات والشعر ، وبحنان
داعب خدعتنا ، يبدو ذلك ،
نعسان في صدى ، انهم تلطيف حفيف ،
العاطفة السرية ، رغبة سرية.
لماذا نخاف من الكلمات؟
إذا كانت أشواكهم تؤلمنا ،
هم أيضا ملفوفة أسلحتهم
حول عنقنا وانتشر الحلويات
عطر على رغباتنا.
إذا كانت خطاباتهم قد اخترقتنا ووجههم
كانوا غاضبين حتى وتركوا العود في أيديهم
وغدا سيغمرنا بالحياة.
هيا ، صب كوبين من الكلمات.
غدا سنبني عشًا شبيهًا بالكلمات ،
أعلاه ، مع اللبلاب النازل من خطاباته.
سنغذي براعمها بالشعر و
سنزهر بالكلمات.
سنبني شرفة للون الوردي الخجول
مع أعمدة مصنوعة من الكلمات ، وغرفة
تغمرها المياه العذبة بالظل ، وتحميها الكلمات.
لقد خصصنا حياتنا
صلاة نصليها … إن لم تكن كلمات؟
أين تنتهي الموجة وأين يبدأ البحر؟
أين ينتهي الجسد وأين يبدأ الظل؟
أين ينتهي الظلام وأين يبدأ النور؟
تتنفس الكلمات خارج إطارها
الحواس تموج والاسترخاء مماثلة ل
محيط من دائرة
الذي هو مركز غير موجود.
نحن لا شيء سوى احتمالية الوجود.
حياتنا هي مجموعة من الشكوك
سوء فهم الاحتمالات الممنوحة.
أنا أعالج ما هو غير متشكلة
أنتقل إلى مكان الاختباء
متى أحاول تجميع التجربة؟
كيف سأجد القارب؟
في إلغاء الوقت ه
من التطور الذي يتراجع؟
الضوء لا يوجد لديه شكل
الموجة ليس لها حدود
النفس لا يوجد لديه واجهات
العاطفة ليس لديها آفاق.
كن نفسك.

 

Source: https://httpartemisia.com/author/httpartemisia/