La poésie donne souvent des réponses aux énigmes les plus folles, comme celle de la mort de Chet Baker par exemple, dont on a déjà parlé ici (polar de Bill Moody).
Voici un poème de John Harvey (Recueil : Bluer than this) que je viens de découvrir en lisant The Drop un polar de Mickael Conelly de 2011
( "Ceux qui tombent" en français) .
Chet Baker
Looks out from this hotel room
across the Amstel to the girl
cycling by the canal who lifts
her hand and waves and when
she smiles he is back in times
when every Hollywood producer
wanted to turn his life
into that bittersweet story
here he falls badly, but only
in love with Pier Angeli
Carol Lynley, Natalie Wood;
That day he strolled into the studio
Fall of fifty-two and played
those perfect lines across
the chords of My Funny Valentine
and now when he looks up from
his window and her passing smile
into the blue of a perfect sky
he knows this is one of thoser
are days when he can truly fly.
Voilà, ça me plait bien !
JC JazzBof
Et pour finir, une chanson douce pour endormir le petit Timéo et pour son JMAbuelo
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