#hymne à l’amour

[poppingmary]

Exception - Impossible to ignore it in this blog.

Celine Dion performed Edith Piaf’s “Hymne à l’amour” in Dior Haute Couture, standing beneath the Olympic Rings on the Eiffel Tower, in the opening ceremony for The Olympic Games 2024 in Paris. For the occasion she wore a white silk georgette floor-length dress dripping in shimmering beads and sequins, complete with a mock-neck and a sweeping train. This dress was made over 1.000 hours by members of the Dior atelier.

July 26 2024

[ascle]

Merci Paris ♥️

[theprongspotter]

Terrify - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - Day 12 - 767 words

Regulus is nestled up against his husband’s side on the couch, flipping through Les Misérables. The book’s well-worn pages speak to the many times it has been read, each word a comfort to Regulus as he gets lost in the story. James sits beside him, gently combing his fingers through Regulus’ soft curls, humming along quietly to the classical music playing in the background. The warmth of the fire crackles in the hearth, casting a golden glow over the room, but James still pulls the fluffy blanket tighter around them, savoring the closeness.

“Papa? Dad?”

The soft voice interrupts the tranquility. Regulus remains calm, his eyes still on the page, but James jumps slightly, startled by the sudden sound. He looks up to see Harry standing in the doorway to the living room, his small figure illuminated by the flickering firelight. Harry’s eyes are glassy with unshed tears, and his hair sticks up wildly, more unruly than usual. It takes an awful lot to terrify their brave little boy, and the sight of him so shaken tugs at James’ heart.

“What’s wrong, Haz?” James asks gently, standing up from the couch. Regulus bookmarks his page with a thoughtful frown, setting the book aside as he watches the scene unfold.

Harry walks slowly to James, who bends down to pick him up, cradling him close. “I had a bad dream again,” Harry whispers, his voice trembling slightly.

James places a tender kiss on Harry’s temple, his heart aching for his son. “Do you want to talk about it, beta?” he asks softly.

Harry shakes his head, burying his face in James’ shoulder. “No.”

“That’s alright,” James murmurs, rubbing soothing circles on Harry’s back. “What would you like, then?”

Harry lifts his head, his gaze shifting to Regulus, who stands up and crosses the room to them. Without hesitation, Harry reaches out for him, and Regulus grins, his heart swelling with love as he takes Harry into his arms. Harry clings to him, burying his face in Regulus’ neck, seeking comfort in the familiar scent of his dad. James smiles at the sight, his heart swelling with pride.

“Dad, will you sing to me?” Harry asks quietly, his voice muffled against Regulus’ shoulder.

“Hmm, I don’t know…” Regulus teases, pretending to ponder the request, though he already knows the answer.

Harry pulls back slightly, giving Regulus the best puppy eyes he can muster. His bottom lip sticks out in a perfect pout, so reminiscent of Sirius that James has to bite his lip to stifle a laugh. “Please? Pretty please?”

Regulus can’t resist the pleading look. His smile widens, full of warmth and affection. “Yes, Harry, of course I’ll sing to you.”

“Yay! Thanks, Dad!” Harry cheers, his face lighting up with a bright grin as he throws his arms around Regulus’ neck.

Regulus’ smile softens as he carries Harry back to his room, James following close behind, his heart full at the sight of his family. Once they reach the room, Regulus gently sets Harry down on his bed, letting him get comfortable under the covers. The soft light of the bedside lamp casts a warm glow over the room, making it feel even cozier.

Harry looks up at Regulus and points to a spot on the bed. “Sit,” he orders, his tone firm but full of trust.

Regulus chuckles at the command but obliges, sitting beside his son. James leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching with a fond smile as Regulus brushes a hand through Harry’s messy hair, just as James had done minutes before. Harry nuzzles into the touch, his eyes drooping as he finds comfort in the warmth of his dad’s hand.

Clearing his throat softly, Regulus begins to sing Hymne à l’amour. His voice is soft and soothing, filling the room with the beautiful melody. Harry’s eyes flutter closed as the familiar song wraps around him like a warm blanket, his breathing slowing and evening out as he drifts off to sleep, feeling safe and loved.

When Regulus finishes the song, he stays still for a moment, watching Harry’s peaceful expression before quietly getting up from the bed. He moves carefully, not wanting to disturb his son’s sleep. As he reaches the doorway, James pulls him into a gentle hug, whispering, “That was beautiful, my love.”

Regulus smiles, his heart full, and pulls James into a tender kiss, the warmth of their love filling the room, a quiet promise that they will always protect their little family, no matter what terrors may come.

[spideyanakin]

hymne à l’amour - masterlist (c.l)

monegasque princess!reader

requested by - anonymous // reader who is the Princess of Monaco and dating Charles? Also they show up together at Monaco GP and all fans go crazy especially when she gives him trophy when he wins. 

authors note - this is not at all accurate to the actual monégasque royale family, I took a shit tone of creative liberty. Also thank you @illicitlimerence-writes for helping me figure out the plot :)

charles leclerc masterlist

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summary - princess falls in love with the people’s prince, but it’s not as easy as fairy tale bliss

chapter one : verse

chapter two : pre-chorus 

chapter three : chorus

[fun3kymon3y]

Jeremy asks Jean what his favorite French song is and Jean says, “Hymne à l’amour”. Right after Jean says that Jeremy looks it up and listens to it thinking it just sounds so full of passion and not really something Jean would listen to. Then one day Jeremy actually decides to look up the lyrics in English and violently sobs because of how beautiful it truly is and how wonderfully it represents Jean in so many different ways even if Jean doesn’t realize it.

[somethingaboutfirefly]

I know for a fact Céline Dion stan Bobby Nash would have cried listening to her singing Hymne à l’amour too.

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

Spectacular!

Celine Dion made her return to the stage at the Summer Olympic Games in Paris in truly grand fashion.

Celine closed the ceremony immediately after the lighting of the Olympic cauldron, with a performance from the first stage of the Eiffel Tower, singing a timeless classic: Edith Piaf’s “L’Hymne à l’amour.”

"Hymne à l'amour" (Hymn to Love) is a popular French song originally performed by Édith Piaf. The lyrics were written by Piaf and the music by Marguerite Monnot. It was written to her lover and the love of her life, the French boxer, Marcel Cerdan.

Hymne A L'Amour

Song by Édith Piaf

Le ciel bleu sur nous peut s'effondrer

Et la Terre peut bien s'écrouler

Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes

Je me fous du monde entier

Tant qu'l'amour innondera mes matins

Tant qu'mon corps frémira sous tes mains

Peu m'importe les problèmes

Mon amour, puisque tu m'aimes

J'irais jusqu'au bout du monde

Je me ferais teindre en blonde

Si tu me le demandais

J'irais décrocher la Lune

J'irais voler la fortune

Si tu me le demandais

Je renierais ma patrie

Je renierais mes amis

Si tu me le demandais

On peut bien rire de moi

Je ferais n'importe quoi

Si tu me le demandais

Si un jour, la vie t'arrache à moi

Si tu meurs, que tu sois loin de moi

Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes

Car moi je mourrais aussi

Nous aurons pour nous l'éternité

Dans le bleu de toute l'immensité

Dans le ciel, plus de problème

Mon amour, crois-tu qu'on s'aime?

Dieu réunit ceux qui s'aiment

#scene #chanson #musique #CelineDion #chansonfrancaise #chansonamour #Paris #OlympicGames #Hymneàl'amour #Paris2024 #BBCOlympics

Posted 26th July 2024

[orionrainbow]

May I suggest Hymne à l’Amour by Edith Piaf for people deep in their Maxiel feels right now?

French lyrics and English translation here:

Edited to add the link as it didn’t work.

[edith1962]

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#Celine Dion #Edith Piaf #hymne à l’amour

Deux voix célestes! Deux magnifiques interprétations !

[a-lilypad]

i fear regulus black has climbed into my brain because i haven’t been able to listen to anything except hymne à l’amour by edith piaf for hours. HOURS.

[wayfind-er]

I really love my devotional playlist for Psyche. It's a mix of Old French (all Édith Piaf) and 50s/60s Soul and Jazz, which feels fitting for Psyche.

rise to the moon - Liana Flores

It’s Been a Long, Long Time - Doris Days

La Foule - Édith Piaf

Hymne à l’amour - Édith Piaf

Autumn Leaves - Édith Piaf

I’m In The Mood For Love - Julie London

Late Nights & Heartbreak - Hannah Williams and The Affirmations

La Vie en Rose - Édith Piaf

Blue Skies - Ella Fitzgerald

Let’s Fall in Love - Ella Fitzgerald

dividers by @/fairytopea

[stephy-le-clubeur]

Here's my little present for you: hope you'll like it!

Ok ok I’ll have to listen to them all later but i love “Remember us this way” by Lady Gaga and when I heard in the Olympic Games opening the “Hymne à l’amour” by Edith Piaf I thought of them 😭. So this is great. I also know Gabriel likes Orelsan… Seems like a promising playlist...

[thepastisalreadywritten]

Celine Dion's SHOWSTOPPING PERFORMANCE during the opening ceremony 👑 | Olympic Games

26 July 2024

SHE WILL ALWAYS BE AN ICON. 👑

Canadian powerhouse diva Celine Dion performs a showstopping rendition of "Hymne à l’amour" after the cauldron was lit to officially commence the Olympic Games Paris 2024!

[les-portes-du-sud]

A la Femme aimée

Renée Vivien

Lorsque tu vins, à pas réfléchis, dans la brume,

Le ciel mêlait aux ors le cristal et l’airain.

Ton corps se devinait, ondoiement incertain,

Plus souple que la vague et plus frais que l’écume.

Le soir d’été semblait un rêve oriental

De rose et de santal.

Je tremblais. De longs lys religieux et blêmes

Se mouraient dans tes mains, comme des cierges froids.

Leurs parfums expirants s’échappaient de tes doigts

En le souffle pâmé des angoisses suprêmes.

De tes clairs vêtements s’exhalaient tour à tour

L’agonie et l’amour.

Je sentis frissonner sur mes lèvres muettes

La douceur et l’effroi de ton premier baiser.

Sous tes pas, j’entendis les lyres se briser

En criant vers le ciel l’ennui fier des poètes

Parmi des flots de sons languissamment décrus,

Blonde, tu m’apparus.

Et l’esprit assoiffé d’éternel, d’impossible,

D’infini, je voulus moduler largement

Un hymne de magie et d’émerveillement.

Mais la strophe monta bégayante et pénible,

Reflet naïf, écho puéril, vol heurté,

Vers ta Divinité.

[luckyredeyes]

🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨

Tagged by @duelingdestiny

Cherry picked from my Spotify playlists created this year

1.) “Hymne à l’amour,” Édith Piaf — I don’t speak French but that doesn’t stop me from singing this song when it’s on. It’s old-fashioned, soaring, and very romantic. I did cry when I first heard it shut up, and it was before I looked up a translation shut up.

2.) “Any World That I’m Welcome To,” Steely Dan — A melancholy piano-driven song about feeling restless and out of place. The chord progression and the different drum rhythms in each section really add to the theme of unresolved questions and feelings. I mentioned it in passing here last week I think.

3.) “Rawnald Gregory Erickson the Second,” Starfucker — I was feeling nostalgic for my early ‘10s hipster days so I’ve been listening to it. It’s a great walking song, very chill with a marching rhythm and two rhythm guitar lines playing off each other.

4.) “Good Night,” Miho Tsujibayashi — I can’t find a lot of info on this piece or any of the similar sounding cutesy singles from the same time in her library. I get the impression that they were written for a game that might not have a North America release. Anyway, it’s a very short and sweet instrumental with piano, trumpet, and one of the sparkly instruments I can’t identify, and it’s a calming and cheerful little song that helps me wind down before bed.

5.) “Time Passages,” Al Stewart — Holy shit, I love this song so much. It is without exaggeration one of the most beautiful songs I can think of. Incredible saxophone solo, incredible string section, beautifully melancholy narrative. Just go listen to it, I love it, I love it.

At this point I think all my mutuals have already been tagged, but if you haven’t, please steal it from me because I wanna hear about your songs too

[embryon-cyclique]

Lingerie volcanique Flamme vive et interactive Le bonheur jouit en ritournelle À jamais conquis et controversé L’inavouable est en péril Craint le plus grand démantèlement Celui de la fraude romantique

Vient alors échauder les détenus En leur tirant la langue Au bien belle vertu Qui semble appartenir à personne

Personne ne sera maître Malgré les décombres Aucun soumis Malgré la cacophonie ambiante

Négation en négation Au chef d’accusation – Non je n’ai rien à voir avec cette histoire Non je n’étais pas présente en ces lieux Non je ne connais pas cet homme Non ce regard ne me dit rien Non je n’ai jamais entendu ce rire Non je ne présente aucune prise de parti –

Mon non sera le pont vers mon oui Malgré le contraire connu Et mon oui sera le résultat de ma construction de mon non

J’oublie mes lettres et les syllabes Devant les tresses de mon cœur

J’inverse les plates-formes Pour n’avoir rien à dire Aux iris aveuglants Des voyeurs passants

Et toi Tu joues sans signer sans entrer dans les grandes paraboles Tu joues comme un chat retraité Bien perché dans ses idéaux À regarder les souris faire la fête et s’enfarger dans leurs pièges Empathique malgré tout

Gorge ouverte en lumière sur l'antique messe noire Scénario neutralisé Le fantôme en opéra Note avec sa sensible pointe des pieds Son hymne réconciliateur

Enfin je crois peut-être Avoir assez dénudé l’amour Pour en connaître son essence Infuse et atemporelle

Entre en moi l’impossible réel Qui fait jouer ses harmoniques Dichotomiques Et bien des enquêtes trouvent route Dans cette locomotive qui délie le temps À n'en perdre sa pesanteur Et à dégarnir ses tutelles avoisinantes