Je n'ai jamais trouvé que Marilyn Monroe était une grande, ni même une bonne actrice.
Je n'ai même jamais estimé que c'était une belle femme. Moi, je la trouve plutôt vulgaire. mais, hein, chacun ses goûts !
Non, celle qui m'intéresse c'est Norma Jean Baker, la vraie personne, la gamine perdue, la femme pitoyable et par là, aimable voire admirable.
En 1963, Monsieur Claude Nougaro a composé ce touchant hommage, adressé aussi bien à la star qu'à la femme fragile.
Oui, elle valait plus que son image dénudée de papier glacé ! Une preuve ? Un de ses poèmes (en anglais, sorry !) :
I left my home of green rough wood,
A blue velvet couch.
I dream till now
A shiny dark bush
Just left of the door.
Down the walk
Clickity clack
As my doll in her carriage
Went over the cracks-
"We'll go far away."
Don't cry my doll
Don't cry
I hold you and rock you to sleep
Hush hush I'm pretending now
I'm not your mother who died.
Help Help
Help I feel life coming closer
When all I want is to die
A blue velvet couch.
I dream till now
A shiny dark bush
Just left of the door.
Down the walk
Clickity clack
As my doll in her carriage
Went over the cracks-
"We'll go far away."
Don't cry my doll
Don't cry
I hold you and rock you to sleep
Hush hush I'm pretending now
I'm not your mother who died.
Help Help
Help I feel life coming closer
When all I want is to die
Un autre ?
Life -
I am of both your directions
Existing more with the cold frost
Strong as a cobweb in the wind
Hanging downward the most
Somehow remaining
Those beaded rays have the colors
I've seen in paintings - ah life
they have cheated you...
thinner than a cobweb's thread
sheerer than any-
but it did attach itself
and held fast in strong winds
and sindged by leaping hot fires
life - of which at singular times
I am of both your directions -
somehow I remain hanging downward the most
as both of your directions pull me.
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