I had an unhealthy obsession with that song for a long while. Sure the video is awesome and the tune is catchy but I could not get out of my mind for weeks. I could not really pinpoint why that song had such an effect to me until recently.
It was not the simple chords, nor was it the eco-friendly lyrics. It was not the oddly amusing French lyrics thrown in in the middle of the songs:

“Et le chacalot a dit:
“Je voudrais être un yéti
Pour voler dans la nuit
Et m’envoler loin d’ici”
Mais le yéti a dit:
“Je veux être un monstre marin
Pour pouvoir sauter dans la mer
De tous les requins”

I was none of all that. It was because 25 years ago, one afternoon in elementary school @ ESCA, we were supposed to have sports education. Unfortunately, the rain came down hard and we had to go to plan B in the music room and learn a new song for kids. The song was called “O ry Koto, Ebeso tsara ny laisoa” (spelling ?), literally it translates into: “Koto, make sure you watch over the lettuce”
It goes like this (in Malagasy):
“We ask the dog to watch over the Koto,
but the dog did not want to watch over Koto,
we asked Koto to watch over the cabbage,
but Koto did not want to watch over the cabbage,
And the cabbage did not want to be watched over by Koto,
Koto, make sure you watch over the cabbage”.

And you can make a neverending song if you keep adding a verse to the song by adding an animal to watch over the latest watcher. It makes no sense at all but it is nonetheless an extremely fun song to sing. Moreover, it songs a lot like “Tree Hugger” and the chorus with the flower and the cactus is a dead ringer for “Koto and the cabbage”.

So there you go, Tree Hugger is a great tune but more importantly, it bridges me with my childhood and my North American experience with the culture I identify to.

That’s how you get obsessed with cabbages.
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Plus tard je voudrais être grand,
Pouvoir décider de moi même et aller de l’avant,
Pompier, docteur, pilote ou artisan,
Faire voyager, sourire, et aider les gens.

Plus tard je voudrais être grand,
Tomber amoureux comme papa et maman,
Leur faire deux ou trois petits enfants,
Qui à leur tour rêveront … d’être grand.

GIVE TO Zazavavy !

Angela’s father took her to the airport, but when they got there, a terrible thing happened: Angela’s father got lost.

Angela looked under airplanes and on top of airplanes and beside airplanes but she couldn’t find him anyplace, so Angela decided to look inside an airplane.

She saw one with an open door and climbed up the steps: one, two, three, four, five, six; right to the top. Her father was not there, and neither was anyone else.

Angela had never been in an airplane before. In the front there was a seat that had lots of buttons all around it. Angela loved to push buttons, so she walked up to the front, sat down in the seat and said to herself, “It’s okay if I push just one button. Don’t you think it’s okay if I push just one button? Oh yes, it’s okay. Yes, yes, yes, yes.”

Then she slowly pressed the bright red button. Right away the door closed.

Angela said, “It’s okay if I push just one more button. Don’t you think it’s okay if I push just one more button? Oh yes, it’s okay. Yes, yes, yes, yes.” Slowly she pushed the yellow button. Right away the lights came on.

Angela said, “It’s okay if I push just one more button. Don’t you think it’s okay if I push just one more button? Oh yes, it’s okay. Yes, yes, yes, yes.” She pushed the green button. Right away the motor came on: VROOM, VROOM, VROOM, VROOM.

Angela said, “Yikes,” and pushed all the buttons at once. The airplane took off and went right up into the air.

When Angela looked out the window she saw that she was very high in the sky. She didn’t know how to get down. The only think to do was to push one more button, so she slowly pushed the black button. It was the radio button. A voice came on the radio and said, “Bring back that airplane, you thief, you.”

Angela said, “My name is Angela. I am five years old and I don’t know how to fly airplanes.”

“Oh, dear,” said the voice.

“What a mess. Listen very carefully, Angela. Take the steering wheel and turn it to the left.”

Angela turned the wheel, and very slowly the airplane went in a big circle and came back right over the airport.

“Okay,” said the voice, “now pull back on the wheel.”

Angela pulled back on the wheel and the airplane slowly went down to the runway. It hit once and bounced. Then one wing scraped the ground. Right away the whole plane smashed and broke into little pieces.

Angela was left sitting on the ground and she didn’t even have a scratch.

All sorts of cars and trucks came speeding out of the terminal.

There were police cars, ambulances, fire trucks, and buses. All sorts of people came running, but in front of everybody was Angela’s father.

He picked her up and said, “Angela, are you all right?”

“Yes,” said Angela.

“Oh, Angela,” he said, “the airplane is not all right. It is in very small pieces.”

“I know,” said Angela. “It was a mistake.”

“Well, Angela,” said her father, “promise me you will never fly another airplane.”

“I promise,” said Angela.

“Are you sure?” said the father.

Angela said, very loudly, “i promise, I promise, I promise.”

Angela didn’t fly an airplane for a very long time. But when she grew up she didn’t become a doctor, she didn’t become a truck driver, she didn’t become a secretary, and she didn’t become a nurse. She became an airplane pilot.

By Robert Munsch

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Blind test musical pour la suite de ce blogathon sur les rêves bien sûr. Interdiction de googliser quoi que ce soit, rien à gagner sauf mon estime - ce qui n’est pas rien ;-), c’est juste pour le fun. Les réponses suivent en vidéo.

Pour commencer une ultra-classique

poumpoumpoumpoum poumpoumpoumpoum
Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree ?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQHrspjw4aA

Les filles c’est pour vous
Les rêves qui sommeillent dans nos coeurs, au creux de la nuit
Habillent nos chagrins de bonheur, dans le doux secret de l’oubli
Ecoute ton rêve et demain, le soleil brillera toujours
Même si ton coeur a l’âme en peine, il faut y croire quand même.
Le rêve d’une vie, c’est l’A _ _ _ _
(le premier qui a répondu l’argent, il se prend une claque)
http://youtube.com/watch?v=HW6KM8aopqU

Une chanson géniale
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper “i love you”
Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me
http://youtube.com/watch?v=vZPmZ64m3_4

Duo mythique français
Laissez passer les rêves
Celui de Jacky Chang, celui de Luther King.
Que le matin se lève
Sur un tout nouveau monde comme on l’imagine.
Plus on avance, plus il nous faut d’espace
http://youtube.com/watch?v=nQPA0oCqbbM

L’idole de ma jeunesse
Et même si le temps presse
Même s’il est un peu court
Si les années qu’on me laisse ne sont que minutes et jours
Et même si l’on m’arrête
Ou s’il faut briser des murs
En soufflant dans les trompettes
Ou à force de murmures
J’irai au bout de mes rêves
Tout au bout de mes rêves
http://youtube.com/watch?v=955y1fmm1lg

Ukulele man
Nino Ferrer, c’est mon ami
Elvis Presley, c’est mon ami
Corinne Touzet, c’est mon amie
Bertrand Cantat, c’est mon ami
http://youtube.com/watch?v=jTlKm87uu-4

RIP MLK
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=PbUtL_0vAJk

Et pour finir, donnez moi un nom de groupe et un nom de film avec le mot “Dream”. (j’en vois au moins 57

*nofy: le rehefa matory,
*faniriana: vetsompo, tsy voatery hoe rendrika.

Rehefa le mbola faran’ze kely balitika iny izany ny zaza hono dia manonofy nofy tsara izy (sweet dreams). Zany hoe noho ny antony hoe tsisy mahatadidy an’ireny nofy ireny dia azo lazaina hoe nanonofy tsara izany, ndeha hatao hoe nanonofy nono izy e.

Rehefa mihalehibe izy dia manonofy ny fiarahany milalao @ namany, na any an-dakilasy izany na eny an-tanana… matetika moa dia tsy maintsy mitranga (nofy classika) any ho any ny hoe:

> te hipipi letia za a
>> tonga de tifiro eo fa ny an’la koa
> sao dia misy mahita ka bedy
>> ataovy haingana fa za mitazana
(marihina eto fa tsy “cauchemar” ilay izy raha nahazo fahafinaretana enao tao @ ilay nofy )

…ny ampitso maraina, kotsa ny kidoro
-> nipipi ampandriana indray le maditra lahy ity, kisooooa
> i xxx no namporisika

Rehefa manomboka mihalehibe aorianan’izay izy, dia manomboka misy vevavy @ zay ny namany… ny tena tanjona moa izany dia ny hitsikilo ny silipon’ny ankizivavy… ao anaty nofy @ izay ary: (sambatra be, mody fanina, mangala-pijery indraindray)

…afaka kelikely i xxx:
>>mangamanga ny lanitra an

Rehefa mbola mihalehibe ihany izy… Manomboka tsy manonofy tsony @ izay izy fa mampihatra ny nofiny taloha … nofy-nofa-nofo… indraindray mifamadika ilay sequence

Enganie mba hanonofy doly ny ankizy rehetra fa izany no antoky ny “survie” an’ny zanak’olombelona

amen

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Nahoana kay ny kilonga ety, no tsy mahay taratasy ?
Nahoana kay ny kilonga ety, tsy mahalala lakilasy ?
Taratsin’ izy ireo dia ny tany amboleny
Ny angadin’ izy ireo no fanoratany eny.
Ny fiainan’ izy ireo dia mivelona amin’ ny tany
Fonenan’ izy ireo tsy mba eny an-danitra eny…

- - - Tononkira an’i Dama/Mahaleo

Io tononkiran’i Dama io dia mahalaza ny ankapoben’ny fiainan’ny ankamaroan’ny zaza malagasy eny ambanivohitra. Tsy mianatra izy ireo fa miasa tany, mamboly manampy ny RAD-ny @ fivelomany. Dia hisento isika hoe, mampalahelo ny toy izao fa dia tsy hiova ary tsy handeha lavitra mihoatra @ ny RAD-ny fiainan’ireo ankizy ireo. Tsy mba manana tanjona sy nofinofy hafa ve izy ireo?

Eny, manana ny faniriany sy ny nofinofiny rahatrizay ihany koa ny mahantra. Ny nofinofin-jaza moa matetika dia notarafiny @ zavatra iainany sy hitany andavan’andro. Ohatra hoe rehefa avy mahita sarimihetsika misy tifitifitra polisy sy mpandroba ny ankizy dia manonofy hoe ny polisy no tena manja ary izy no tena ho polisy ambonin’ny polisy rahatrizay. Matetika koa anefa ny fizotry ny tantara no mitsara fa ny ankamaroan’ny olona dia tsy mba lasa/tonga @ ilay nofinofiny fahiny… Ihomehezana aza moa ny sasany hoe za moa dia nieritreritra an’zany taloha… tsy hita fa zaza eee.

Mazava hoazy fa raha angady no penina ary tanimboly no taratasy hianarany isan’andro dia nofinofy miatrika ny fianana no mibahana ny torimasony. Na izany aza anefa na ireo tsara vitana zanaky ny manankatao koa ary moa, na ho ela na ho aingana, tsy maintsy mandalo ny nofinofy miatrika ny fiainana ihany koa. Saingy efa manantona ny fahamatorana izy ireo vao misedra izany. Toy ny tsy nandalo ny fahazazany izany ireo zaza eny ambanivohitra.

Raha ho nofy ihany ny faniriana sy tanjona fahiny… Raha ho nofy ihany no tsy lavorary teo @ fahazazany… dia omentsika tsiny ve izy raha naleony nanampy ny RAD-ny, hamelo-maso izay nolovaina t@ ireo efa nolasana? Ny RAD tokoa moa no nahitana masoandro, ary tsy izany rahateo ve ny fahendrena malagasy?…

Indrisy anefa fa tsy nofy ihany ny nofy fa mety ho nofy… adidin’ny tsirairay, indrindra fa  ny RAD, ny mampanonofy azy ireo.

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When Robin went into her backyard, there was a large hole right in the middle of her sandbox. She knelt down beside it and yelled, “ANYBODY DOWN THERE?”

From way down the hole something said, “Murmel, Murmel, Murmel.”

“Hmmm,” said Robin, “very strange.” So she yelled even louder, “ANYBODY DOWN THERE?”

“Murmel, Murmel, Murmel,” said the hole.

Robin reached down the hole as far as she could and gave an enormous yank. Out popped a baby.

“Murme, Murmel, Murmel,” said the baby.

“Murmel yourself,” said Robin. “I am only five years old and I can’t take care of a baby. I will find somebody else to take care of you.”

Robin picked up the very heavy baby and walked down the street. She met a woman pushing a baby carriage. Robin said, “Excuse me, do you need a baby?”

“Heavens, no,” said the woman. “I already have a baby.” She went off down the street and seventeen diaper (couches) salesmen jumped out from behind a hedge and ran after her.

Robin picked up the baby and went on down the street. She met an old woman and said, “Excuse me, do you need a baby?”

“Does it pee its pants?” said the old lady.

“Yes,” said Robin.

“Yecch,” said the old lady. “Does it dirty its diaper?”

“Yes,” said Robin.

“Yecch,” said the old lady. “Does it have a runny nose?”

“Yes,” said Robin.

“Yecch,” said the old lady. “I already have seventeen cats. I don’t need a baby.” She went off down the street. Seventeen cats jumped out of a garbage can and ran after her.

Robin picked up the baby and went down the street. She met a young woman in fancy clothes. “Excuse me,” said Robin, “do you need a baby?”

“Heavens, no,” said the woman. “I have seventeen jobs, lots of money, and no time. I don’t need a baby.” She went off down the street. Seventeen secretaries, nine messengers (facteurs), and a pizza delivery man ran after her.

“Rats,” said Robin. She picked up the baby and walked down the street. She met a man. “Excuse me,” she said, “do you need a baby?”

“I don’t know,” said the man. “Can it wash my car?”

“No,” said Robin.

“Can I sell it for lots of money?”

“No,” said Robin.

“Well, what is it for?” said the man.

“It is for loving and hugging and feeding and burping,” said Robin.

“I certainly don’t need that,” said the man. He went off down the street. Nobody followed him.

Robin sat down beside the street, for the baby was getting very heavy.

“Murmel, Murmel, Murmel,” said the baby.

“Murmel youself,” said Robin. “What am I going to do with you?”

An enormous truck came by and stopped.

A truck driver jumped out and walked around Robin three times. Then he looked a t the baby.

“Excuse me,” said Robin, “do you need a baby?”

The truck driver said, “Weeeellll …”

“Murmel, Murmel, Murmel,” said the baby.

“Did you say ‘murmel, murmel, murmel’?” asked the truck driver.

“Yes!” said the baby.

“I need you,” yelled the truck driver. He picked up the baby and started walking down the street.

“Wait,” said Robin, “you forgot your truck!”

“I already have seventeen trucks,” said the truck driver. “What I need is a baby …”

“YOU can have the truck.”

A story by the very famous Robert N. Munsch

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Depuis que je suis toute petite, j’adore raconter mes rêves à mon entourage (qui à mon avis doit plus subir qu’adorer écouter mes récits… lol).
Je m’étais déjà demandée à quoi rêvaient les bébés ? Une montagne de lait maternel ? Des seins énormes auxquels téter toute la journée ? Un hochet magique qui accomplit le mouvement perpétuel ? La prochaine fois que vous regardez un bébé dormir et sourire, prenez les paris

Lorsque j’étais enfant, je sais que mes rêves étaient basiques comme tous ceux qui m’entouraient: épouser Albator ou Capitaine Flam, devenir médecin, avoir 8 à 10 enfants, être enfermée dans un hypermarché la nuit pour jouer à tous les jeux et manger tout ce qui s’y trouve. Bref, des rêves d’une petite fille occidentale.
Sous d’autres tropiques, le rêve d’une petite peut être d’aller à l’école à la rentrée de Septembre . (et un énorme merci à ceux qui se démènent pour atteindre ces objectifs)

Que reste-t-il de mes rêves d’enfants à 27 ans ?
Une aversion pour la biologie développée depuis le collège a rayé définitivement toutes possibilités de suivre les traces d’un Albert Schweitzer, vu le prix du mètre carré sur Paris j’ai également laissé tomber l’option famille nombreuse, et j’ai compris que la nuit, ils coupaient l’électricité dans les grandes surfaces - le truc glauque pour jouer la nuit. Et je ne parle même pas de la déception pour Albator.

A quoi rêvent les enfants d’aujourd’hui à Mada ou d’ailleurs ?

Globalement, mes gros dilemnes lorsque j’étais enfant c’était au moment du goûter: que choisir entre un Choco BN ou un BN à la fraise ? Ca en laisse du temps pour rêver…
Je suis parfaitement consciente d’appartenir à la minorité mondiale ultra-privilégiée de ce côté là.

Mon rêve est que ces enfants puissent continuer à rêver sans être rattrapé et happé par les circonstances difficiles familiales et sociales dans lesquelles ils vivent au quotidien.

Mon rêve est que ces mêmes enfants puissent vivre la vie dont ils ont rêvé.

Billet posté par Vola http://vola.ralambo.free.fr/blog/

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