LA SEMAINE DE TOUS LES LUNDIS - THE WEEK OF EVERY MONDAY

                                         
                                                    A LA PETITE SEMAINE


                                                  Déjà au crépuscule du dimanche,

                                                  Le travail nous tire par la manche.

                                                  "Lundi" : le mot semble détestable.

                                                  Il est pourtant composé de lettres admirables,

                                                  Nous pourrions le vivre ainsi :

                                                          L  =    Liberté

                                                          U  =   Universelle

                                                          N  =   Naturellement

                                                          D  =   Dédié

                                                          I  =   à l'Individu

                                                  Mais notre vérité est celle -ci  :

                                                          L  =   L'homme

                                                          U  =   Urbanisé

                                                          N  =   Nourriture

                                                          D  =   De

                                                          I  =   l'Industrie

                                                  Quel dommage d'utiliser notre vocabulaire

                                                            A usiner de si tristes affaires !


 Ce poème a été inclus dans le "hobo-lullaby" blog "http://hobo-lullaby.over-blog.net
  et j'en suis ravie , il ya un lien dans mes blogs préférés aussi"


 

MY TRANSLATION

                                                     

                                                    AT THE LITTLE WEEK 

 

                                                 Already at twilight Sunday,

                                                 The work takes us by the sleeve.

                                                 "Monday": the word seems hateful.

                                                 Yet it is composed of admirable letters,

                                                 We could live it like this :

                                                          M =  Marvelous

                                                          O =  Offering

                                                          N =  Naturally

                                                          D =  Dedicated

                                                          A =  At

                                                          Y =  You

                                                  But our truth is this:

                                                          M =  Man

                                                          O =  Once again

                                                          N =  Nutriment

                                                          D =  Delegated

                                                          A =  At

                                                          Y =  the Yield 

                                                  What a shame to use our vocabulary

                                                    In machining business so sad!



In French : first "monday" = Freedom Universal Naturally Dedicated the Individual
                 second......     = Man Urbanized Food Of Industry



This poem was included in the "hobo-lullaby" blog "http://hobo-lullaby.over-blog.net "
 and I am delighted there is a link to my favorite blogs also

LE TRAIN DE REFORME DE LA SNCF - CURRENT REFORMS OF THE SNCF (*)

                                                                         SNCF, JE T'AIME


                                                                      Le train, le tien, le mien,

                                                                    Celui qui m'attend au quai

                                                           Ou celui que je scrute d'un oeil inquiet.

                                                                Pour ma part, il vient d'Amiens.

                                                             Chaque jour est un nouveau combat :

                                                             Passera...................ne passera pas ?

                                                               C'est un sujet qui délie les langues.

                                                       Malgré tout, cette fièvre nous rend exsangue,

                                                           Peu ou pas d'informations de la SNCF

                                                                Laissés pour compte....en bref !

                                                               Retards, suppressions de trains,

                                                         Pannes de matériel : voilà notre quotidien.

                                                            Que nous déplaçons-nous en TGV ?

                                                                30 l'état vient d'en commander,

                                                   Entrons dans la danse et tout le monde en vacances !

                                                         Puisque les courtes et moyennes distances

                                                                 Ne sont plus d'un bon rapport,

                                                                Inutile de penser à notre confort.

                                                                   Contre les lois de la finance,

                                                                  Nous n'avons aucune chance.

                                                                Il faudra certainement s'habituer

                                                                 A se rendre au travail à pieds !



MY TRANSLATION




                                                                      SNCF, I LOVE YOU
 

                                                                     The train, yours, mine,

                                                          The one is waiting for me at the platform

                                                        Or the one I scrutinize with an anxious eye.

                                                             For my part, it comes from Amiens.

                                                                  Every day is a new struggle

                                                            Will arrive................. will not pass?

                                                            This is a topic that loosens tongues.

                                                      Nevertheless, the fever makes us bloodless

                                                          Little or no information from the SNCF

                                                            We are left abandoned...... in short!

                                                                  Delays, train cancellations,

                                                          Equipment failures: that is our daily lives.

                                                             What do we move by TGV train ?

                                                                30, the state has just to order

                                                          Enter the dance and everyone on vacation!

                                                             Since the short and medium distances

                                                                   Are no longer earning money

                                                            Needless to think about our comfort.

                                                                   Against the laws of finance,

                                                                         We have no chance.

                                                                     It will certainly get used

                                                                     To go to work on foot!



(*) S.N.C.F.:  National Society of French Railway