Michel et moi

Last year I had 20 years anniversary with Michel Jonasz, my longest lasting love, but no blog to make an ode to him. My kosher lover might have dropped me in an embarrassing scene of jealousy, but he couldn’t take Michel with him. I should actually thank him giving me Jonasz, but I am still pissed at him for destroying a Chanel lipstick in his theatrical exit of my life. He wrote “Merci pour tout” at my entrance mirror with this very expensive lipstick, and was gone for good. What a girlish thing to do. This is something I would do, in fact something I have done. I wrote once with my lipstick on my Spanish, guitar playing and hash smoking lover’s toilet mirror “Te quiero”, which I definitely meant that particular morning. This love lasted about as long time as smoking a joint; quite soon I went back wanting to become a Jewish bride.

I didn’t become “Kallah” but instead I have had 21 totally happy years with Michel. Thank you, Frank, sincerely. I start my morning with “Dites-moi” on my MP3, this is just as essential as waking up. I might let Michel also sing “Super Nana”, Super Nana, c’est moi, at least for Michel. First then I get on with my other loves; Florent, Bruel, Fiori, Garou, JJG, Bublé, Eros, Christophe… And even I can be passionately in love with Garou or Bublé at the moment, these guys might lose their place in my heart just as easily as my hash smoking Spanish lover. But Michel will definately be there for always!

Dans mon cœur vaudou

Il y a quatre épingles

Qu'elle a pris soin d'abandonner

Pour que je pleure

J'ai cloué ma porte

Qu'est ce qui m'a pris

J'ai brisé le miroir où elle faisait ses tresses

Mis du papier journal sous les fenêtres
J'entendais de l'école trop de cris

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