To go along with the song I posted two entries previously, I love the lyrics.
The original version in French and translation into English:

LA NUIT
Si je t’oublie pendant le jour
Je passe mes nuits à te maudire
Et quand la lune se retire
J’ai l’âme vide et le cœur lourd
La nuit tu m’apparais immense
Je tends les bras pour te saisir
Mais tu prends un malin plaisir
A te jouer de mes avances
La nuit, je deviens fou, je deviens fou
Et puis ton rire fend le noir
Et je ne sais plus où chercher
Quand tout se tait revient l’espoir
Et je me reprends à t’aimer
Tantôt tu me reviens fugace
Et tu m’appelles pour me narguer
Et chaque fois mon sang se glace
Ton rire vient tout effacer
La nuit, je deviens fou, je deviens fou
Le jour dissipe ton image
Et tu repars je ne sais où
Vers celui qui te tient en cage
Celui qui va me rendre fou
La nuit je deviens fou, je deviens fou

AT NIGHT
Even if I forget you during the day
I spend my nights cursing you
And when the moon withdraws
My soul is empty and my heart heavy
At night, you loom larger than life
I reach out to hold you
But you delight
In jeering at my advances
At night, I go crazy, I go crazy
And then your laughter tears through the darkness
And I don't know where to search anymore
When everything falls silent, I feel hopeful again
And get caught up in loving you again
Then you fleetingly come back to me
And you call to taunt me
But every time, my blood freezes,
Your laughter erases it all
At night, I go crazy, I go crazy
The daylight dispels your image
And you leave again, I don't know where
You go to the one who cages you
The one who's going to drive me insane
At night, I go crazy, I go crazy

I'm assuming winter didn't get the memo that spring has arrived.
Snow. Again. If I wanted this much snow, I would have moved to Scandinavia
It seems to suit my mood though...

Watching The Voice of Belgium, a rendition of La Nuit, the original being by Adamo, I was impressed by the performance of the two candidates. Blown away.

At the same time, the song sounded familiar to me, which is unusual because I don't listen to much French music. So this morning I decided to listen to the original. Not only a great song, but suddenly it hit me why I recognised it. I used to play a CD by Adamo regularly at my grandmother's house, for a particular famous song I wanted to hear, but suddenly I knew that this song must have also been on it. And I felt tears sting in my eyes at this memory, memories are all I have left.

I don't usually post music videos, but I'll make an exception...

The rendition by two candidates of The Voice:
[url]http://www.rtbf.be/video/detail_la-nuit-selon-david-et-cyriaque?id=1807348[/url]

And the original, great in its own right.

Starting the day with an emotional hangover...

So after some girl talk at work, I've discovered that some women find bras very uncomfortable, to the point where the first thing they do when they get home is take it off. My quirk? I don't like go bra-less, the free movement and the sensation of fabric rubbing. I even wear a bra under my pajamas/while sleeping.

What about you, do you have any quirky habits, behavior that people around you find strange?

You know when you have a cool idea for a blog... And then you log in, want to start typing and *whoosh* away the idea has flown. Oh well, I guess it'll come back, just like the weekend that slipped through my fingers.

I'll just watch the rest of Master Chef and hit the sack

So we didn't spend Saturday hanging out at home as usual, we celebrated our 9 year anniversary. We started with lunch at a posh Greek restaurant, three courses. Some casual shopping in a cook shop and a second hand/antique store, and then we went to the Horta museum. For those who don't know, Horta was a famous Belgian architect in the art nouveau period. The museum is actually the house he built/renovated for himself and his family and it is absolutely gorgeous. We went home afterwards, collecting a few Amazon packages along the way: CDs and books. Before picking up my tablet to write this blog, I was cocooning in the sofa, reading Georges Bataille and listening to cello music.

This is how weekends should be...

Standing at the bus stop, I face a setting sun, its heat announcing springtime, and a blue sky surrounds it. When tiny snowflakes start drifting down from the sky, as if by magic, light cool whispers of winter touching my face.

5 inches is all it takes...








... of snow to paralyse this country
I ended up working from home yesterday, got tired of waiting for a bus.

So here is an important announcement:

Stop snowing!

I'm so tired of it, roads will horrible again, traffic jams and delays. And only last week it was full-on spring, nearly 20°C It'll be a short breakfast this morning and then a long wait for the bus...

First of all, thanks to all those people who have commented on my blog the past few weeks and months, and who have shown support when it was needed.

As for the title of my blog, it's just a thought that pops up sometimes. You'd think that if someone tells you you have talent, it's a good thing, right? I used to think so, and it used to boost my confidence. But as time passes, I find myself resenting this phrase, as it seems to indicate something unfulfilled, something incomplete. You're talented (but you haven't found your own voice yet). You're talented (but you need some formal training). And so forth. Like a rough diamond that still need to be cut. Or a fabric that still needs to be woven.
I don't want to be talented, I want to be accomplished.
And when rereading this blog, I realise that most of all I want to be able to be confident in my abilities, instead of depending on others for confirmation.