Jacques Brel

LA VALSE À MILLE TEMPS
paroles et musique: Jacques Brel

Au premier temps de la valse
Toute seule tu souris déjà
Au premier temps de la valse
Je suis seul mais je t'aperçois
Et Paris qui bat la mesure
Paris qui mesure notre émoi
Et Paris qui bat la mesure
Me murmure, murmure tout bas:

REFRAIN:
Une valse à trois temps
Qui s'offre encore le temps
Qui s'offre encore le temps
De s'offrir des détours
Du côté de l'amour
Comme c'est charmant
Une valse à quatre temps
C'est beaucoup moins dansant
C'est beaucoup moins dansant
Mais tout aussi charmant
Qu'une valse à trois temps
Une valse à quatre temps
Une valse à vingt ans
C'est beaucoup plus troublant
C'est beaucoup plus troublant
Mais beaucoup plus charmant
Qu'une valse à trois temps
Une valse à vingt ans
Une valse à cent temps
Une valse à cent temps
Une valse ça s'entend
À chaque carrefour
Dans Paris que l'amour
Rafraîchit au printemps
Une valse à mille temps
Une valse à mille temps
Une valse a mis le temps
De patienter vingt ans
Pour que tu aies vingt ans
Et pour que j'aie vingt ans
Une valse à mille temps
Une valse à mille temps
Une valse à mille temps
Offre seule aux amants
Trois cent trente-trois fois le temps
De bâtir un roman

Au deuxième temps de la valse
On est deux tu es dans mes bras
Au deuxième temps de la valse
Nous comptons tous les deux «une, deux, trois»
Et Paris qui bat la mesure
Paris qui mesure notre émoi
Et Paris qui bat la mesure
Nous fredonne, fredonne déjà:

REFRAIN

Au troisième temps de la valse
Nous valsons enfin tous les trois
Au troisième temps de la valse
Il y a toi, y a l'amour et y a moi
Et Paris qui bat la mesure
Paris qui mesure notre émoi
Et Paris qui bat la mesure
Laisse enfin éclater sa joie:

REFRAIN

עֹבֵד אַדְמָתוֹ יִשְׂבַּע לָחֶם, וּמְרַדֵּף רֵיקִים חֲסַר לֵב.

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FORT TILDEN FIELD HOUSE 08.04.2010

FORT TILDEN 04042010

Node Siddharta - Ballet of Angelin Preljocaj - Opera Bastille - Paris

siddharta- Ballet de l'Opéra

Angelin Preljocaj explores the founding myth of the one who was to become Buddha. With music composer Bruno Mantovani and plastician Claude Lévêque, he takes the ballet of the opera to a fantastic adventure.

Choreographer Angelin Preljocaj got inspired from the theme of Siddhartha for his new creation at the Ballet of the Opera. He revisits the story of the illuminated one or Buddha exploring the themes of passing, or the ordeals and the sacrifice in the quest for the absolute. Beyond a simple recital, he uncovers the torments and the mysteries of these visits to one's interior self, set with pitfalls, incertitudes and doubts. Preljocaj has two artists with strong personalities, Bruno Mantovani, young and brilliant French composer, who is signing his first work for the Opera of Paris as well as the Plastician and scenarist Claude Lévêque, powerful dreamer of spaces of our times.

Music by Bruno Mantovani (Command of the National Opéra of Paris), Choreography by Angelin Preljocaj, Scenario by Claude Lévêque, Costumes by Olivier Bériot and Dramatisation by par Eric Reinhardt.

Reality??

CALIFORNICATION

FORT TILDEN Layout construction

District 9-Directed by Peter Jackson

The Lovely Bones-Directed by Peter Jackson

Andy Whaloo

Agrandir le plan

david fincher

fight club 1999

se7en 1995

the curious case of benjamin button 2008

LE CERCLE

« Le Cercle »
Address : 286 boulevard Saint-Germain, 75007 - Paris
Telephone : 01 43 52 80 36
E-mail : cercleparis@gmail.com

Opening hours: 9am - midnigth

LE FUMOIR

MARIA-cecilia bartoli

לאכול פירות על קיבה ריקה

37 rue St Sauveur Paris 2°

AT dusk, a quiet settles on the Rue St.-Sauveur, a cobbled residential street in the Second Arrondissement here. Except for a bookish bouncer, a tiny brass plate and the occasional horse and buggy parked outside, little suggests that behind a painted Haussmann-style door exists a Paris rarity: a cocktail bar.

Since opening in November 2007, the bar, L’Experimental Cocktail Club, has inspired the kind of allegiance normally reserved for French films, politicians, pâtisseries and soccer. Two thousand fans are listed on Facebook. Regulars clock their daily attendance. Inside the 40-seat room, adorned sparsely with a “ghost” chandelier and rustic bricks and beams, everyone truly seems to know your name.

Not bad, in a country where no one, it seems, drinks cocktails.

“I spotted the sign on my way out of boxing class one day,” said Jérémy Taghon, 32. Skepticism about the drinks quickly faded, and now the bar is Mr. Taghon’s social command post, although he lives across town, in the 16th Arrondissement.

“I usually come alone because I’ll know somebody,” he said; in fact, the bouncer has become his new boxing instructor. As if to prove his point midsentence, Mr. Taghon abruptly exclaims “Ah!” and then abandons his Strawberry Alarm Clock (Ketel One, muddled strawberries, mint and berry cordial) to greet a group of new arrivals, each with a double-cheek kiss.

The club serves sly, old-fashioned precision cocktails — the kind seemingly in endless supply from Los Angeles to Berlin, but practically nonexistent in Paris, where drinkers have traditionally preferred wine, beer and weightless aperitifs like sweet cordials.

“The French believe hard liquor diminishes the taste buds, so they stay away,” said Heather Stimmler-Hall, author of “Naughty Paris: A Lady’s Guide to the Sexy City.” Of course, you could always get a bracing Sidecar at Harry’s Bar, but the typical cocktail in this city is still a tawdry, overly sweet drink, light on fresh mixers and cheap spirits, a far cry from the powerful absinthe of Toulouse-Lautrec and his Impressionist friends.

Romée De Gorianoff, Olivier Bon, and Pierre-Charles Cros, all 26, decided to change this. Friends since childhood in Montpellier, France, they lived in Montreal a few years ago and spent “every weekend” in Manhattan, Mr. De Gorianoff said. They knew that selling cocktails to Parisians could be difficult.

Mr. Bon said: “In the beginning, all three of us were tending the bar and the door and everything else, and we had to really sell the drinks, too. The French don’t like risks, but we said if you don’t like your cocktail, it’s free.” Now, the club might have nearly 100 enthusiastic drinkers on weekends. Hence, the bouncer.

The three haven’t forgotten the origins of their idea, and New York is a recurring theme at the club: one drink salutes Pegu Club in SoHo, another pays tribute to Death and Company in the East Village. The interior was designed by Cuoco Black, a New Yorker, and the three owners once guest-bartended an event at the Box on Manhattan’s Lower East Side. But most of the cocktails are E.C.C. originals, as is the bar manager, Carina Soto Velasquez.

Model-tall with stark bangs and deep dimples, Ms. Velasquez, 23, is a main attraction. She flashes those dimples and pumps a pair of shakers vigorously, overhead, like hand weights in a mesmerizing aerobics routine. “I come here because the barmaid is one of the most beautiful Colombians in Paris,” said Florian Biscop, 24, watching her.

“Plus she makes perfect cocktails,” added his roommate, Rogelio Cuanetl, 28, a sommelier for a three-star Michelin restaurant.

Experimental Cocktail Club

37, rue St.-Sauveur, Paris, 33-1-45-08-88-09

SIGHTINGS Quentin Tarantino, Philippe Starck, Adrian Grenier, Mark Newson, Yves Carcelle.

D.J.’S Local sensations Buvez Madison and Antoine Couder, who moonlights when he isn’t writing.

SIGNATURE DRINK Experience 1, made with vodka, lemon juice, basil, lemon grass and elderflower cordial. Tastes like a Thai meal.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/22/fashion/22boite.html?_r=3&scp=1&sq=experimental%20cocktail&st=cse

A serious man

FORT TILDEN FIELD HOUSE

Le Péril jeune

Réalisé par Cédric Klapisch
Avec Romain Duris, Vincent Elbaz, Nicolas Koretzky, plus

HIBOU

משלי פרק ב

א בְּנִי, אִם-תִּקַּח אֲמָרָי; וּמִצְו‍ֹתַי, תִּצְפֹּן אִתָּךְ.
ב לְהַקְשִׁיב לַחָכְמָה אָזְנֶךָ; תַּטֶּה לִבְּךָ, לַתְּבוּנָה.
ג כִּי אִם לַבִּינָה תִקְרָא; לַתְּבוּנָה, תִּתֵּן קוֹלֶךָ.
ד אִם-תְּבַקְשֶׁנָּה כַכָּסֶף; וְכַמַּטְמוֹנִים תַּחְפְּשֶׂנָּה.
ה אָז--תָּבִין, יִרְאַת יְהוָה; וְדַעַת אֱלֹהִים תִּמְצָא.
ו כִּי-יְהוָה, יִתֵּן חָכְמָה; מִפִּיו, דַּעַת וּתְבוּנָה.
ז וצפן (יִצְפֹּן) לַיְשָׁרִים, תּוּשִׁיָּה; מָגֵן, לְהֹלְכֵי תֹם.
ח לִנְצֹר, אָרְחוֹת מִשְׁפָּט; וְדֶרֶךְ חֲסִידָו יִשְׁמֹר.
ט אָז--תָּבִין, צֶדֶק וּמִשְׁפָּט; וּמֵישָׁרִים, כָּל-מַעְגַּל-טוֹב.
י כִּי-תָבוֹא חָכְמָה בְלִבֶּךָ; וְדַעַת, לְנַפְשְׁךָ יִנְעָם.
יא מְזִמָּה, תִּשְׁמֹר עָלֶיךָ; תְּבוּנָה תִנְצְרֶכָּה.
יב לְהַצִּילְךָ, מִדֶּרֶךְ רָע; מֵאִישׁ, מְדַבֵּר תַּהְפֻּכוֹת.
יג הַעֹזְבִים, אָרְחוֹת יֹשֶׁר-- לָלֶכֶת, בְּדַרְכֵי-חֹשֶׁךְ.
יד הַשְּׂמֵחִים, לַעֲשׂוֹת רָע; יָגִילוּ, בְּתַהְפֻּכוֹת רָע.
טו אֲשֶׁר אָרְחֹתֵיהֶם עִקְּשִׁים; וּנְלוֹזִים, בְּמַעְגְּלוֹתָם.
טז לְהַצִּילְךָ, מֵאִשָּׁה זָרָה; מִנָּכְרִיָּה, אֲמָרֶיהָ הֶחֱלִיקָה.
יז הַעֹזֶבֶת, אַלּוּף נְעוּרֶיהָ; וְאֶת-בְּרִית אֱלֹהֶיהָ שָׁכֵחָה.
יח כִּי שָׁחָה אֶל-מָוֶת בֵּיתָהּ; וְאֶל-רְפָאִים, מַעְגְּלֹתֶיהָ.
יט כָּל-בָּאֶיהָ, לֹא יְשׁוּבוּן; וְלֹא-יַשִּׂיגוּ, אָרְחוֹת חַיִּים.
כ לְמַעַן--תֵּלֵךְ, בְּדֶרֶךְ טוֹבִים; וְאָרְחוֹת צַדִּיקִים תִּשְׁמֹר.
כא כִּי-יְשָׁרִים יִשְׁכְּנוּ-אָרֶץ; וּתְמִימִים, יִוָּתְרוּ בָהּ.
כב וּרְשָׁעִים, מֵאֶרֶץ יִכָּרֵתוּ; וּבוֹגְדִים, יִסְּחוּ מִמֶּנָּה.

SIGN YOUR NAME (Terence Trent D'Arby)

Fortunately you have
Someone who relies on you
We started out as friends
But the thought of you just caves me in
The symptoms are so deep
It is much too late to turn away
We started out as friends

Sign your name
Across my heart
I want you to be my baby
Sign your name
Across my heart
I want you to be my lady

Time I'm sure will bring
Disappointments in so many things
It seems to be the way
When you're gambling cards on love you play
I'd rather be in Hell with you baby
Than in cool Heaven
It seems to be the way

Sign your name
Across my heart
I want you to be my baby
Sign your name
Across my heart
I want you to be my lady

Birds never look into the sun
Before the day is gone
But oh the light shines brighter
On a peaceful day
Stranger blue leave us alone
We don't want to deal with you
We'll shed our stains showering
In the room that makes the rain

All alone with you
Makes the butterflies in me arise
Slowly we make love
And the Earth rotates
To our dictates
Slowly we make love

Sign your name
Across my heart
I want you to be my baby
Sign your name
Across my heart
I want you to be my lady