Pater noster Our Father who art in heaven Stay there And we'll stay here on earth Which is sometimes so pretty With its mysteries of New York And it… - Jacques Prévert

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Pater noster

Our Father who art in heaven
Stay there
And we'll stay here on earth
Which is sometimes so pretty
With its mysteries of New York
And its mysteries of Paris
At least as good as that of the Trinity
With its little canal at Ourcq
Its great wall of China
Its river at Morlaix
Its candy canes
With its Pacific Ocean
And its two basins in the Tuileries
With its good children and bad people
With all the wonders of the world
Which are here
Simply on the earth
Offered to everyone
Strewn about
Wondering at the wonder of themselves
And daring not avow it
As a naked pretty girl dares not show herself
With the world's outrageous misfortunes
Which are legion
With legionaries
With torturers
With the masters of this world
The masters with their priests their traitors and their troops
With the seasons
With the years
With the pretty girls and with the old bastards
With the straw of misery rotting in the steel of cannons.

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About Jacques Prévert

Jacques Prévert (February 4, 1900 in Neuilly-sur-Seine - April 11, 1977 in Omonville-la-Petite) was a French poet and screenwriter.

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Alternative Names: Zh. Prever Zhak Prever Jacques Prevert Jacques André Marie Prévert

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cuando se tiene un muerto no se lo suelta
y cuando no se tiene ninguno
se desea uno
La gente es tan mezquina
no es cierto tío Gracián
A quién se lo dices
la gente es envidiosa
nos quitarían nuestro muerto
nuestro propio muerto
llorarían en nuestro lugar

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