Ive made this a bit of a tradition for me that I post this video of a spoken word poetry by one of my favorite poets out there named.. Le Grand Corps Malade. He is a French poet/slammer and he is just awesome. This is one of his first major hit poems that helped usher him in the spotlight. I think it is appropriate for Valentine's day.
The poem is in French however for the non-French speakers I am writing the English translation....translated by MOI....Me. :)
Train Voyages/Voyages by Train
Written & Performed by Le Grand Corps Malades
Unsolicited English Translation by Aviana
I believe that the stories of love are like train voyages,
And when I see all of the travelers sometimes I wish I was one.
Why do you think so many people wait on the train platform?
Why do you think we get pissed/stressed out when we get there late?
The trains often take off at the moment when you least expect it,
And the story of love carries you away while helpless eyes witness it.
The witnesses are your buddies who tell you goodbye on the train platform
And watch the train move away with a worried/anxious smile
You also wave back and you imagine their comments/thoughts
Some think that you're making a mistake and your feet are not on the ground
Each one has their prediction of the length of your voyage
Most think that the train will derail with the first storm.
The grand/real love inevitably changes your behavior.
From the first day you must wisely choose your compartment/place.
Aisle seat or Window seat you must find the right spot.
What do you choose? A love story in first or second class?
In the first few miles/kilometers you only have eyes for his/her face.
You figure out and miss, from behind the window, the passing scenery.
You feel alive, you feel light and you don't see how time flies.
You feel so good you almost feel like kissing the ticket inspector/controller.
But the magic lasts for a little while and your story flaps its wing/your story's running out of steam.
You say you're in it for nothing and it's all her/his fault
The train shakes and nauseates you.
You must get up to walk, you go to ease your heart
And the train slows down, it's already the end of your story.
All in all you're like an idot, your friends/buddies stayed at the other train station.
You say goodbye to the one who you will from now on call your "EX"
And in their phonebook, they will Tippex(correction fluid/white out) your name.
It's true that the stories of love are like train voyages,
And when I see all of these travelers/voyagers, sometimes I wish I was one again.
Why do you believe that so many people wait on the station platform?
Why do you believe we get mad/stress out when we get there late?
For many, life is about trying to catch a train,
To know and feel what is love and to discover the drive/what it's all about.
For many, the objective is to arrive early,
To succeed on their voyage and to have access/gain happiness.
It's easy to catch a train, you must take the right one.
I've gotten on 2 or 3 trains but not the right wagon/carriage,
Because the trains are temperamental and some are inaccessible.
And I don't always believe with the SNCF (Fast train in France) it's possible
There are those for whom the trains are always on strike.
And their love stories exist only in their dreams.
And there are those who rush in the first train without paying attention,
But they quickly get off at the next stop.
And there are those who stop trying because they are too emotional,
For them it's too risky to hang on the engine/locomotive.
And there are the adventurous ones who link each trip/jump from trip to trip,
Once a story ends, they tackle another page/turn a new leaf.
Me, after my first real voyage, I suffered for many months.
We mutually agreed to break up but she was more agreeable than me.
Since then I drag/walk slowly on the train platform, I watch the trains leave
There are doors that open but in a station I feel left out/hesitant and stay on the platform.
It appears that the train voyages generally end bad.
If that's the case for you, hang on on and guard your morals/keep your chin up
Because one thing is for certain there will always be a terminus
Now you're forwarned, the next time you'll take the bus....
Unsolicited English Translation by Aviana
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