It never leaves me...the emotion of the song "Ne me quitte pas" composed, originally by Jacques Brel. It is hands down my favorite song, ever. I speak virtually no French! I first heard this song on the pictured album, a 1969 best of Nina Simone collection from PolyGram Records.
What has always drawn me to the song is the haunting way that Nina Simone sings it...It bubbles over with a deep and dark passion that is at once distant and close to all of us. There is no hope in this chanteuse's voice, only a plea, a cry... Ne me quitte pas, which translates to Do not leave me. Do not leave me! Do not leave me!
We can all relate to this plea...we cry it out when there is a breakup, a death, a pet runs away, we leave our jobs, or they leave us. A friend moves away, an elderly relative goes into a nursing home, a baby is sick, our favorite designer sweater is ripped and can't be fixed. We realize there i no more hope for our Tod's driving loafers...oh my!
These things will always happen... Our cries of ne me quitte pas, won't stop them...But, it's human nature to try...one last breath of life, one last scream or plea, to whatever God will hear
What has always drawn me to the song is the haunting way that Nina Simone sings it...It bubbles over with a deep and dark passion that is at once distant and close to all of us. There is no hope in this chanteuse's voice, only a plea, a cry... Ne me quitte pas, which translates to Do not leave me. Do not leave me! Do not leave me!
We can all relate to this plea...we cry it out when there is a breakup, a death, a pet runs away, we leave our jobs, or they leave us. A friend moves away, an elderly relative goes into a nursing home, a baby is sick, our favorite designer sweater is ripped and can't be fixed. We realize there i no more hope for our Tod's driving loafers...oh my!
These things will always happen... Our cries of ne me quitte pas, won't stop them...But, it's human nature to try...one last breath of life, one last scream or plea, to whatever God will hear
us...
Another point of this little ramble is that emotion and feeling and passions cross language barriers...So, we should all maybe start shutting off our logic and rationale and lunguistic precepts and listen with the ears, but hear with the heart.
et, à la fois, je l'aimais plus que tout, je n'avais jamais connue, mais elle a dû s'enfuir. Il voulait laisser le bien, mais je criais s'il vous plaît ne laissez pas de moi.
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