S M I L E - Charles Chaplin

Not too far from our gray cities,

There are skies so clear and blue,

There are beaches, there are valleys

Where the sweet sun shines on you.

So, count your garden by the flowers

Never by the leaves that fall,

Count your days by golden hours

Don’t remember clouds at all.

Count your night by stars, not shadows,

Count your life with smiles, not tears,

And with joy through all your lifetime

Count your age by friends, not years.

Charles Chaplin - Smile (lyrics)

Smile though' your heart is aching,
Smile even though' it's breaking,
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by,
If you smile
thro' your fear and sorrow,
Smile and maybe tomorrow,
You'll see the sun come shining thro' for you
Light up your face with gladness,
Hide every trace of sadness,
Although a tear may be ever so near,
That's the time,
You must keep on trying,
Smile, what's the use of crying,
You'll find that life is still worth-while,
If you just smile

* More Than Words Can Say *

L'amitié

Beaucoup de mes amis sont venus des nuages
Avec soleil et pluie comme simples bagages
Ils ont fait la saison des amitiés sincères
La plus belle saison des quatre de la terre

Ils ont cette douceur des plus beaux paysages
Et la fidélité des oiseaux de passage
Dans leur coeur est gravée une infinie tendresse
Mais parfois dans leurs yeux se glisse la tristesse

Alors, ils viennent se chauffer chez moi
Et toi aussi tu viendras

Tu pourras repartir au fin fond des nuages
Et de nouveau sourire à bien d'autres visages
Donner autour de toi un peu de ta tendresse
Lorsqu'un un autre voudra te cacher sa tristesse

Comme l'on ne sait pas ce que la vie nous donne
Il se peut qu'à mon tour je ne sois plus personne
S'il me reste un ami qui vraiment me comprenne
J'oublierai à la fois mes larmes et mes peines

Alors, peut-être je viendrai chez toi
Chauffer mon coeur à ton bois

Masks - Fernando Pessoa

How many masks wear we, and undermasks,

Upon our countenance of soul, and when,

If for self-sport the soul itself unmasks,

Knows it the last mask off and the face plain?

The true mask feels no inside to the mask

But looks out of the mask by co-masked eyes.

Whatever consciousness begins the task

The task accepted use to sleepiness ties.

Like a child freighted by its mirrored faces,

Our souls, that children are, being thought-losing,

Foist otherness upon their seen grimaces

And get a whole world on their forgot causing;
And, when a thought would unmask our soul's masking,
Itself goes not unmasked to the unmasking.