One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared "How can he say his heart is more beautiful?" they thought.
The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared."
"Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks.
He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.
Des gens me disent qu'il faudra attendre un jour Que je trouverai en moi le secret de l'amour Il y en a d'autres, qui n'attendent plus rien Pourquoi ?
Je voudrais partir te trouver Moi je cours Je ne connais pas tes chemins ni tes détours Alors commence le compte à rebours, pour moi...
[Refrain] : Dit-moi pourquoi Quand tu me laisses moi je t'espère Dis-moi pourquoii Ce que j'ai, je ne peux pas le taire Dis-moi pourquoi Je ne vis plus si je te perds Dit-moi pourquoi Le temps, nous rend si différents Dis-moi pourquoi...dis-moi pourquoi..
Je voudrais devenir quelqu'un en toi T'appartenir et devenir ton combat Pourtant on sait que l'on ne se connait pas Pourquoi ?
Il y a les uns qui prient pour le vivre une fois Et puis les autres qui ont peur du choix Un peu d'amour, et puis ont serait trois Tu vois...
Dis-moi pourquoi Ce que je suis, ce que je sais Dis-moi pourquoi Je ne crois plus si je te perds Dis-moi pourquoi Le temps nous rend si différents Dis-moi pourquoi, dis-moi pourquoi...
Je te redirai ces mots parfois Pour que tu te souviennes nous Pourquoi ? Comme toujours, il y aura ta voix qui dira Pourquoi pas ?
The Flowers of Love If you should leave me now and go away the world will not come to an end the gift of life is given to us but once I will not pine and sighgo, be unfaithful if you will I shall seek consolation with someone else in the spring-scented garden of life I too shall pick the flowers of love.
kand j'ai vu the end coming je lui ai lu ce poeme; elle s'en souvient tjrs ??!