Merci Martine Lemieux!

Ah love....It was a rainy day, cold and grim, but as I drove in the tangled GTA traffic that Tuesday April 26th evening the sun began to force her way through. Hello sun!!! The clearing skies were a lovely sunny omen to greet me as I arrived at the Toronto Alternative Arts & Fashion week 2011 ( www.getfat,.ca) at 99 Sudbury, Toronto, Ontario.

Here --->X<------ is a strange performance with Martine Lemieux and I and a chair and a Ferris wheel 2 songs. Song One is Habanera by Nana Miskouri and Song Two is La fin de Fête by the experimental noise musician David Lafrance of Montreal.

And here my dear are the Habanera song lyrics and an English translation. mmmmmmmmmmmhmmmmmmmm.

L’amour est un oiseau rebelle
Que nul ne peut apprivoiser,
Et c’est bien in vain qu’on l’appelle
S’il lui convient de refuser

Rien n’y fait, menace ou prière.

L’un parle bien, l’autre se tait.

Et c’est l’autre que je préfère.

Il n’a rien dit mais il me plait.

L’amour! L’amour! L’amour! L’amour!

L’amour est enfant de Bohême,

Il n’a jamais jamais connu de loi.

Si tou ne m’aimes pas, je t’aime.

Si je t’aime, prends garde à toi!

Si tou ne m’aimes pas, si tou ne m’aimes pas, je t’aime,

Mais si je t’aime, si je t’aime, prends garde à toi!
L’oiseau que tu croyais surprendere

Battit d’aile et s’envola.

L’amour est loin, tu peux l’attendre.

Tu ne l’attends pas, il est là.

Tout atour de toi, vite vite,
Il vient, s’en va, puis il revient.

Tu crois le tenir, il t’evite.

Tu crois l’eviter, il te tient.

L’amour! L’amour! L’amour! L’amour!

L’amour est enfant de Bohême,

Il n’a jamais jamais connu de loi.

Si tou ne m’aimes pas, je t’aime.

Si je t’aime, prends garde à toi!
Si tou ne m’aimes pas, si tou ne m’aimes pas, je t’aime,

Mais si je t’aime, si je t’aime, prends garde à toi!

English Translation of Habanera


Love is a rebellious bird
that nobody can tame,
and you call him quite in vain
if it suits him not to come.
Nothing helps, neither threat nor prayer.

One man talks well, the other's mum;
it's the other one that I prefer.

He's silent but I like his looks.

Love! Love! Love! Love!

Love is a gypsy's child,
it has never, ever, known a law;

love me not, then I love you;
if I love you, you'd best beware! etc.
The bird you thought you had caught
 beat its wings and flew away ...

love stays away, you wait and wait;
when least expected, there it is!
All around you, swift, so swift,
it comes, it goes, and then returns ...

you think you hold it fast, it flees
you think you're free, it holds you fast.

Love! Love! Love! Love!

Love is a gypsy's child,
it has never, ever, known a law;

love me not, then I love you;
if I love you, you'd best beware!