in broken images's video: hector zazou w john cale david sylvian - first evening

older video reconfigured. stars for Arthur Rimbaud Her clothes were almost off; Outside, a curious tree Beat a branch at the window To see what it could see. Perched on my enormous easy chair, Half nude, she clasped her hands. Her feet trembled on the floor, As soft as they could be. I watched as a ray of pale light, Trapped in the tree outside, Danced from her mouth To her breast, like a fly on a flower. I kissed her delicate ankles. She had a soft, brusque laugh That broke into shining crystals - A pretty little laugh. Her feet ducked under her chemise; 'Will you please stop it!…' But I laughed at her cries - I knew she really liked it. Her eyes trembled beneath my lips; They closed at my touch. Her head went back; she cried: 'Oh, really! That's too much! 'My dear, I'm warning you…' I stopped her protest with a kiss And she laughed, low - A laugh that wanted more than this… Her clothes were almost off; Outside, a curious tree Beat a branch at the window To see what it could see. Original French Première Soirée '- Elle était fort déshabillée Et de grands arbres indiscrets Aux vitres jetaient leur feuillée Malinement, tout près, tout près. Assise sur ma grande chaise, Mi-nue, elle joignait les mains. Sur le plancher frissonnaient d'aise Ses petits pieds si fins, si fins - Je regardai, couleur de cire Un petit rayon buissonnier Papillonner dans son sourire Et sur son sein, - mouche ou rosier - Je baisai ses fines chevilles. Elle eut un doux rire brutal Qui s'égrenait en claires trilles, Un joli rire de cristal Les petits pieds sous la chemise Se sauvèrent : 'Veux-tu en finir !' - La première audace permise, Le rire feignait de punir ! - Pauvrets palpitants sous ma lèvre, Je baisai doucement ses yeux : - Elle jeta sa tête mièvre En arrière : 'Oh ! c'est encor mieux !... 'Monsieur, j'ai deux mots à te dire...' - Je lui jetai le reste au sein Dans un baiser, qui la fit rire D'un bon rire qui voulait bien..... - Elle était fort déshabillée Et de grands arbres indiscrets Aux vitres jetaient leur feuillée Malinement, tout près, tout près Arthur Rimbaud - She was very much half-dressed And big indiscreet trees Threw out their leaves against the pane Cunningly, and close, quite close. Sitting half naked in my big chair, She clasped her hands. Her small and so delicate feet Trembled with pleasure on the floor. - The colour of wax, I watched A little wild ray of light Flutter on her smiling lips And on her breast, - an insect on the rose-bush. - I kissed her delicate ankles. She laughed softly and suddenly A string of clear trills, A lovely laugh of crystal. The small feet fled beneath Her petticoat: "Stop it, do!" - The first act of daring permitted, Her laugh pretended to punish me! - Softly I kissed her eyes, Trembling beneath my lips, poor things: - She threw back her fragile head "Oh! come now that's going too far!... Listen, Sir, I have something to say to you..." - I transferred the rest to her breast In a kiss which made her laugh With a kind laugh that was willing... - She was very much half-dressed And big indiscreet trees threw Out their leaves against the pane Cunningly, and close, quite close.