#Paul Coeur

[eternal--returned]

Paul Cupido ֍ Coup du coeur (2024)

[fleurdusoir]

Pleure : les larmes sont les pétales du cœur.

Paul Éluard

[fotograrte]

(vía Basílica del Sacre Coeur (1))

[nghienrose]

Voilà qu'après toutes ces nuits blanches

Và sau những đêm dài thức trắng

Il me reste plus rien

Anh ấy đã không còn đọng lại gì trong tôi

Rien qu'un p'tit air qu'il sifflotait

Không còn lại gì ngoài tiếng huýt sáo

Chaque jour en se rasant

Mỗi ngày khi cạo râu

“Pa dou dou di dou da dou di”

- J'ai la mémoire qui flanche

[bibliocvm]

La chambre rouge : récits policiers

Edogawa Ranpo 

PL826 D6 A3 2022 

Il s’agit d’une série de nouvelles étonnantes, uniques, mêlant érotisme, perversion, grotesque et macabre. Certaines d’entre elles sont devenues des classiques de la littérature japonaise. On en redemande.

Pour voir la disponibilité à la bibliothèque

[pelomundodascidades]

Paul Abadie, Basilica of Sacre-Coeur, Montmartre, Paris, France, 1876.1910

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Abadie

[eshilftnurgewalt]

Corps à coeur [Paul Vecchiali, 1979]

[mieuxvivremonquotidien]

Cherche le coeur de Dieu et tu feras des exploits!

Cherche le coeur de Dieu et tu feras des exploits!

Plus de deux semaines déjà que je partage sur la puissance de la louange et en particulier sur l’expérience extraordinaire que Paul et Silas ont vécu au cours de leur voyage missionnaire en Macédoine! J’ai appris tellement de choses! J’espère que les pépites que je t’ai partagé jusqu’ici t’ont fait du bien! Dis-moi ce qui t’a le plus marqué en commentaire! 🙏 Je te partage une dernière leçon…

[fleurdusoir]

La mélancolie Berce de doux chants Mon coeur qui s’oublie Aux soleils couchants.

Paul Verlaine, Poèmes saturniens

[yama-bato]

Paul Cupido

Cap de Coeur, 2023

[random-brushstrokes]

Paul Joseph Victor Dargaud - The construction of Sacré-Coeur, Montmartre (1878)

[vivi-in-the-sky-with-diamonds]

My Heart Went Boom (or how The Beatles would react to an s/o who loves their heartbeat)

(Image source is I honestly don't know, I found it on Pinterest- if you know the source, lemme know and I'll add it c: )

This is my first attempt at writing something for all four Beatles (I usually just write Paul ;A;) so please bear with me (and let me know if I've messed up someone's personality) c: also this was written by me specifically for me so it's incredibly niche and I'm honestly only posting in case someone else wants it lol (I'm sorry if it's super weird)

John:

John is a little shit

Anyway

He knows about your habit but refuses to tell you he knows, instead opting to aggravate the shit out of you in the most loving way possible

Most days, he'd come home, out of breath from outrunning fans and reporters, but still with a cheeky smile about his face

"Oh, my little birdie, my heart is beating so fast! Come listen?~"

You'd turn bright red bc how the fuck does he know about that

The day would pass with no other mention of it until you're lying in bed together

"You know I love you, Y/N" he says it almost like an apology

"I know, Johnny"

Paul:

Paul noticed you had a habit of lying on top of him, particularly on days when you were sad

It wasn't until he realized you also tapped his arm in a particular rhythm that he realized exactly what you were doing

After that, he'd make a note to always ask if you were okay or needed anything and to take some deep breaths to slow down his heart rate

Sometimes, if he senses that you're upset but you're not lying on top of him, he'll say, "Come listen to my heart?" (You never felt the need to verbally confess to him, as you had an unspoken understanding)

One time, his mouth got ahead of his brain, and out came, "Come listen, my heart?"

And thus, a new nickname was born

At some point, "my heart" becomes "mon coeur"

Sometimes, he'll ask completely in French and it makes your own heart flutter

George:

With George, it began as morbid curiosity

After all, he's such a skinny thing, if you look closely enough at any of his pulse points, you can see the rhythm

At some point, it turned into a comfort thing, knowing his heart beats only for you, even if it does sound like a bird fluttering half the time

One day, you're lying on the couch, watching the telly, head on his chest

"Are ye listenin' to my heart, Y/N?"

You blush at first, caught completely off-guard, but manage to say, "Yes"

He asks why and you explain

He's silent at first, not knowing what to think, but then his mouth turns up in a smile and his chest puffs with pride

It makes him feel strong knowing you feel comfort in him

Ringo:

You'd had the habit of listening to Ringo for a while, even before you started dating

You'd relish in the moments where you'd simply have a "friend cuddle", as the two of you called them, as you'd press your ear gently above his heart, hoping he wouldn't notice the ever-so delicate touch on his chest

After he'd gotten tonsillitis, though, your habit increased

He was oblivious, thinking you just wanted to hug or cuddle, but for you, it was almost like you needed to hear him to make sure he was alive and well

Sometimes, you'd find yourself pressed against him in the middle of the night, the spaces between beats agonizingly slow (even if it was an average 75 bpm)

At some point, he finally catches on. "Y/N, you know I'm alright now, right?"

You sigh. "I know, Ritchie, it's just-"

He'd cut you off by holding you tight and whispering reassurances in your ear

[daguerreotyping]

Carte de visite of a young cadet, c. 1860s. On the back, there is a very intriguing handwritten poem:

Cher Paul, objet de mon amour, Objet que j'aimerai toujours, Daigne accorder à l'avenir A ton ami qui t'en supplie, Dans ton coeur, dans ton souvenir L'heureuse place qu'il envie.

Which Google Translate turns to:

Dear Paul, object of my love, Object that I will always love, Deign to grant in the future To your friend who begs you, In your heart, in your memory, The happy place he desires.

Followed by a signature which might read "Ed Charruau" but I have difficulty making out the handwriting from here on. For that matter I am a little unsure whether that's really a "Paul" or a "Saul" or some secret third thing.

And below that, there is a note in a different, much messier hand that is largely illegible to me apart from a few tantalizing words—"amour" (underscored!), "admissible," "nécessités de la" (...what??), "toujours," "après"—dated 1884.

I can say with some confidence based on the style of the photography, the uniform, the photographer's backstamp and the card itself that this cdv dates no later than 1870, which means it is twenty-some years after this love(?) poem that someone writes this addition and I am absolutely dying for even a guess at what it reads! What happened? Did things work out for Ed and Paul(/Saul/?aul)??

Or... is this possibly actually all much less romantically charged in French actually (oh the irony), just guys being guys composing bro poems of platonic duditude to each other, as they do? Or less gay—could Paul/Saul/?aul somehow be a girl's name/nickname?

[lionofchaeronea]

Tears in my heart/Like the rain on the town--/What languor's this/That slips into my heart? Il pleure dans mon coeur/Comme il pleut sur la ville,/Quelle est cette langeur/Qui pénètre mon coeur? --Paul Verlaine (1844-1896)

[kilfeur]

On sent que le chemin a été éprouvant et pour éviter de tomber sur d'autres soldats, elle se fait passer pour un homme. Et comme ça, elle apprend que la guerre est terminé, comme ça sans qu'elle ait pu voir quoi que ce soit. Elle s'était battue pour cette guerre, a perdu son unité pour au final l'apprendre de la bouche des soldats, c'est une cruelle ironie. Surtout que même les soldats se demandent pourquoi ils se sont battus, ils essaient de se réconforter en disant qu'ils ont fait ça pour leurs maisons et leurs familles mais on sent qu'ils sont fatigués par ce qu'ils ont vécu. Paul est gentil avec lui et propose de l'épouser mais refuse car son coeur appartient à quelqu'un d'autre. Et comprend parfaitement mais au final, il n'a pas tenu le coup, je me dis que c'est un peut être un peu too much quand même. Je veux dire, sa conviction de plus vouloir perdre quoi que ce soit, ça c'est retourné contre elle, son unité a été décimée la laissant que pour seule survivante et maintenant ça. Elle va avoir le coeur brisé en voyant qu'Henry a épousé quelqu'un d'autre.

You can tell it's been a hard road, and to avoid running into other soldiers, she pretends to be a man. And just like that, she learns that the war is over, without having seen anything. She'd fought for this war, lost her unit, only to learn of it from the soldiers' mouths - a cruel irony. They try to comfort themselves by saying they did it for their homes and their families, but you can tell they're tired of what they've been through. Paul is kind to her and offers to marry her, but refuses because her heart belongs to someone else. And he understands perfectly, but in the end, he just couldn't make it, so I'm thinking it might be a little too much. I mean, her conviction that she didn't want to lose anything turned against her, her unit was decimated, leaving her as the sole survivor, and now this. She's going to be heartbroken when she finds out Henry has married someone else.