Partout où il n’y aura rien, lisez que je vous aime
Denis DIDEROT - Lettres à Sophie Volland
John Singer SARGENT - girl reading by a stream 1888
Illustration musicale: MOODY BLUES - night of white satin
Le membre du groupe Justin Hayward a écrit et composé la chanson à 19 ans lors d'une tournée en Belgique et a intitulé la chanson après qu'une petite amie lui ait offert des draps en satin . La chanson elle-même était l'histoire d'un amour lointain, ce qui conduit de nombreux aficionados à la qualifier d'histoire d' amour non partagé endurée par Hayward. Hayward a déclaré à propos de la chanson: "C'était juste une autre chanson que j'écrivais et je pensais que c'était très puissant. C'était une chanson très personnelle et chaque note, chaque mot qu'elle contient signifie quelque chose pour moi et j'ai trouvé que beaucoup d'autres personnes ont ressenti la même chose à ce sujet."
Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I've written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore
'Cause I love you
Yes I love you
Oh, how I love you
Gazing at people
Some hand in hand
Just what I'm going through
They can't understand
Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end
And I love you
Yes I love you
Oh, how I love you
Oh, how I love you
Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I've written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore
Yes I love you
Oh, how I love you
Oh, how I love you
Yes I love you
Yes I love you
Oh, how I love you
Oh, how I love you
Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bed sitter people look back and lament
Another days useless energy spent
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her son
Senior citizens wish they were young
Cold hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colors from our sight
Red is gray and yellow white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion
Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I've written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore
'Cause I love you
Yes I love you
Oh, how I love you
Gazing at people
Some hand in hand
Just what I'm going through
They can't understand
Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end
And I love you
Yes I love you
Oh, how I love you
Oh, how I love you
Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I've written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore
Yes I love you
Oh, how I love you
Oh, how I love you
Yes I love you
Yes I love you
Oh, how I love you
Oh, how I love you
Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bed sitter people look back and lament
Another days useless energy spent
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her son
Senior citizens wish they were young
Cold hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colors from our sight
Red is gray and yellow white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion
, girl reading by a stream 1888 - MOODY BLUES, night in white satin.jpg)
