Francis Carco

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Francis Carco


Born
in Nouméa, New Caledonia
July 03, 1886

Died
May 26, 1958


François Carcopino-Tusoli, dit Francis Carco, était un poète, écrivain, journaliste et auteur de chansons français d'origine corse. Il était aussi connu sous le pseudonyme de Jean d'Aiguières.

François Carcopino-Tusoli, known as Francis Carco, was a poet, writer, journalist and French song lyrics writer of corsican origine. He was also known by the pseudonym Jean d'Aiguières.
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Average rating: 3.42 · 133 ratings · 29 reviews · 184 distinct works
Perversity

3.42 avg rating — 43 ratings — published 1925 — 9 editions
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Streetcorners

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3.93 avg rating — 15 ratings — published 2003
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Jésus-la-Caille

3.50 avg rating — 16 ratings — published 1914 — 28 editions
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Le Roman de François Villon

3.33 avg rating — 6 ratings — published 1926 — 9 editions
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Only a Woman

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3.17 avg rating — 6 ratings — published 1921 — 13 editions
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La rue

3.60 avg rating — 5 ratings — published 1930 — 10 editions
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De Montmartre au Quartier L...

3.25 avg rating — 4 ratings — published 1927 — 6 editions
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L'équipe

2.67 avg rating — 3 ratings — published 1919 — 10 editions
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Mémoires d'une autre vie: s...

really liked it 4.00 avg rating — 2 ratings — published 1934 — 5 editions
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Utrillo

3.50 avg rating — 2 ratings5 editions
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“Il pleut, c'est merveilleux. Je t'aime
Nous resterons à la maison
Rien ne nous plait plus ue nous-mêmes
Par ce temps d'arrière-saison

Il pleut. Les taxis vont et viennent
On voit rouler les autobus
Et les remorqueurs sur le Seine
Font un bruit ... qu'onne s'entend plus.

C'est merveilleux: il pleut. J'écoute
La pluie dont le crépitement
Heurte la vitre goutte à goutte ...
Et tu me souris tendrement.

Je t'aime. Oh! ce bruit d'eau qui pleure,
Qui sanglote comme un adieu.
Tu vas me quitter tout à l'heure:
On dirait qu'il pleut dans tes yeux.”
Francis Carco
tags: poésy

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