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Prévert
(and memories of his band)
auctioned
AFP:
- "The granddaughter of the artist, Eugenia Bachelot Prévert, which ensures the preservation of the heritage of his grandfather in society Patras (the name of a collections of poems by Prévert), has chosen to bring to market a portion of this treasure.
This collection is too cumbersome to maintain. "
Prévert
- "When morality is slipping away, the money behind the run."
The Point.fr:
- "Memories are shoveled up this week in Paris, where the universe of the poet Jacques Prevert and his fellow artists is on sale for the first time by her granddaughter and sole heiress. Visible from Tuesday premises of the study Ader Street Favard, objects - autographed books, letters, paintings, drawings, manuscripts - June 9 will be dispersed at Drouot.
(June 1, 2010).
Zut for numbers, but how much went into poetry in a cave like opening Prévert leaving us babas?
How kids they refused leave to treat donkeys Prévert rereading what they sent in the form of paper airplanes over the school walls?
How many months they jalousèrent October and the first group of buddies to Prévert?
How many visitors do they expect the evening to even dream of sandcastles?
How many words are given they still go to the docks of life, enjoying the mist to drift back then?
And all these collages that false platitudes Taking off to fly to hijacking airships or pacifists and galaxies?
Prévert
- "I write to please some and annoy to much."
And yes, its fun to see that pages do not wrinkle as to be returned in all their readings even hands hesitant, childish, cracked without much lifeline.
That chalks his writing created as the sun always ends up getting up, too upset, as amateur as raves or hammock it is.
That laughter does not fell at the feet of the readers, do not hurt, but instead they were like mouth to mouth ...
Now then now is the time recoveries, haggling, the hammer blows of auctioneers on the coffin of the poet.
"Prévert at Drouot," it looks like a vengeful way.
How much do they feel the shadows of Prévert?
In be 200 and 300 000 E:
the original manuscript - 150 pages - the script for the movie "Le Quai des Mists" (Marcel Carné, 1938).
Between 120 and 150 000 E:
Bathers, a painting by Picasso.
Between 100 and 150 000 E:
portraits of Pablo Picasso with a text by Jacques Prévert (cardboard canvas editor).
Between 80 and 100,000 E:
Picasso drawing and text of the toreador Dominguin.
E etween 40 and 50 000 E:
the scenario " Visiteurs du Soir" (Carné, 1942).
Between 30 and 40,000 E:
the original manuscript of the song "Autumn Leaves .
Between 15 and 20,000 E:
- Picasso, envelope drawn with colored pencils;
- a letter to Miro Prévert.
Between 1,500 and 2,000 E:
original drawing and notes by Prévert.
Dead leaves:
- "Oh, I so want you to remember
The happy days when we were friends
In those days life was beautiful,
And the sun brighter than today
The dead leaves gather on the rake
You see, I have not forgotten ...
The dead leaves gather on the rake,
The memories and the regrets
And the north wind carries them
In the cold night of oblivion.
You see, I have not forgotten
The song that you sang.
CHORUS:
is a song that resembles us
You, you loved me and I loved
And we lived both together
You who loved me, I who loved you
But life separates those who love
Slowly, quietly
And the sea erases on the sand
The footsteps of separated lovers.
The dead leaves gather on the rake,
The memories and the regrets
But my silent love and faithful
Always smiles and thank life
I loved you so much, you were so pretty,
How do you want me to forget?
In those days, life was more beautiful
And the sun brighter than today
You were my sweet friend
But I do regret that
And the song that you sang
Always, always I hear it!
CHORUS
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