"A path" (Un chemin) -

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“A path” (Un chemin)

Original painting
Oil on cotton
30x40cm

This painting reminds me a beautiful song called « ce petit chemin ». This is my tribute to Jean Nohain :

(translated from french)
To go to the Prefecture
Take road number three
You follow the line of cars
And you go straight ahead, straight ahead …
It’s a billiard table, it’s a track,
Not a tree, not a flower,
How beautiful, how sad,
You will do a hundred and thirty an hour
But me, these paved roads,
All these roads
Disgust me,
If you love me, come on, come on,
Come sing, come stroll
And we’ll take a shortcut:
The little path here …
This little path … which smells of hazelnuts
This little path … has neither tail nor head
We see it
Which makes three
Small tours in the woods
Then he leaves
Randomly
Strolling like a lizard
It is the meeting place for all insects
The birds for us, give their feasts there
The rabbits invite us
Smile at me, let’s run fast
Do not be afraid,
Take my hand
In this little path!
Departmental roads
Where the old roadmenders are kings
Look like these horizontals
That have always filled me with dread …
And their telegraph poles
Provide insufficient shade
For poetic idylls
And for restful dreams …
Down with the turned down roads
The piles of stones,
Dust
And the yellow grass of the embankments …
The roadmenders, we don’t need any more! …
We took a shortcut:
The little path here …
This little path … which smells of hazelnuts
This little path … turned my head
I asked
Three kisses
On your curly hair …
And then on
Your face
All smeared with blackberries …
To observe us, thousands of insects
Have settled over our heads
But a hare by the way
Told us “Be wise!”
Do not be afraid
Take my hand
In this little path!