Jacques Prévert
Jacques Prévert (February 4, 1900 in Neuilly-sur-Seine - April 11, 1977 in Omonville-la-Petite) was a French poet and screenwriter.
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Paroles
- Our father who art in heaven
Stay there
And we will stay here on earth
Which is sometimes so pretty- Pater Noster
- An orange on the table
Your robe on the carpet
And you in my bed
Sweet present of the present
Coolness of the night
Warmth of my life.- Alicante
- It's terrible
the faint sound of a hard boiled egg firmly cracked on a tin counter
it's terrible this faint sound
when it stirs the memory of a starving man- La Grasse Matinée - Sleeping In
- I am what I am
I was made this way
When I want to laugh
Yes I shriek with laughter
I love those who love me
It's my fault
If they're not the same
That I love everytime
I am what I am
I was made this way
What more do you want
What do you want from me- Je Suis Comme Je Suis - I Am What I Am
Attributed
- All will be lost apart from happiness.
- There aren't six or seven wonders of the world
There is no more than one: it is love. - Laugh at death and die of laughter.
- Everything was lost except happiness.
- Poetry, it's one of the most pretty nicknames we give to life.
- When truth is no longer free, freedom is no longer real: the truths of the police are the truths of today.
- There's no problem, only teachers
