That early morning, she woke up.
Miss someone madly.
He's coming. Right next to her.
She is a generation of singers, honorable French national treasure.
But at this time, in front of him, she had no identity, just a woman who longed for love.
She was like a servant, serving him.
Like a snake, pestering him.
But as soon as I turned around, I always felt that something was wrong.
Her friends, her agents... Everyone looked at her and stopped talking.
Back. The bed was empty.
"He had an accident and suffered an air crash on the way there." They said.
How come?
What happened to the warm storage just now?
She rolled her eyes. The medicine jar next to the bed told the truth.
She was taking the pill again.
Drowned in dreamlike bubbles.
The bubble has dissipated, and now only a great mourning remains.
All her unwillingness and self-blame turned into a tearing heart and lungs——
"Marsey!"
This name became the last straw that crushed her.
It was 1949 and she was 34 years old. The wind is flourishing, but it has lost the love of a lifetime.
Since then, her life has dried up at the speed of light.
She died in 1963.
State funerals were held for her throughout France.
Surprised and sorry for her short life.
When people paid tribute to her, they found that she didn't look like a 48-year-old woman at all.
She was old and unformed, like an old woman who was nearly a hundred years old.
Her name is Piaf.
French rose Piaf.
But before becoming Piaf, people preferred to call her "Little Skylark".
The one who gave her this name was a bar owner, her first Bó Lè.
It was 1935, and she was standing on the street, selling singing for a living.
She also didn't remember what she was singing, but she felt hungry and cold.
But she won the favor of a man.
The man's name was Louis Lambert.
He said, "If you continue to sing like this, your voice will break." ”
Piaf smiled.
What can be done? If she doesn't sing, she'll starve to death.
Louis cherished cai and invited her to sing at the bar to give her a stable income.
On the night of the premiere, the composer, the director, the agent... Many celebrities from the literary and artistic circles came in person.
She hunched over and stood on the stage, overwhelmed.
But her singing voice was convincing enough.
A song "Country Girl" is her self-introduction and her true feelings.
She sang: "We are abandoned people, abandoned mud, only at some point when we are loved." ”
No one felt more empathy than she did.
She sang it really. People cheered and cheered for her, vying to get to know her.
She wasn't used to being embraced.
Timidly, just want to hide.
Louis pulls her in and wants to change her fate.
"Get to know them, it's good for you." He soothed her.
At this point, Piaf did not know what this meant for her life.
Louis had paved the runway for her.
She was indeed like a lark, soaring into the sky.
She has since called him "Papa Louis" and called him the Savior.
Her life, because of this savior, ushered in a brief light.
Louis gave her a record and escorted her.
It was he who made her understand that singing was an art, not about food and clothing.
It wasn't until six years later, when her debut album was finally completed, that Louis couldn't be happy.
One day, she pushed open the door and saw Louis lying in a pool of blood.
He died at the hands of gangsters.
Before her brain could react, the police and reporters were already fishing in.
The flash aimed at her.
Doubts were directed at her.
They asked her if she had any connections to the gang.
Accusing her, he made a group of fox friends and killed Louis.
In an instant, she lost her sky and encountered a group of scavenging vultures.
She has never been good at words.
Grievances, anguishes, and disbelief turned into disorganized roars at this point.
"It's disgusting, you guys are disgusting!"
But people did not appreciate the humility in her screams.
No one wants to buy her records and listen to her sing anymore.
Gossip kept humiliating her.
She was beaten back to her original form, with nothing.
She said, "What's the difference between being alive now and dying?" ”
At this point she understood that standing taller meant falling more painfully.
The twist stems from a business card in your pocket.
She remembered the owner of the business card.
In the 1936 cross-Chinese New Year's Eve, she stepped down from singing, and a man said to her, "Please be sure to contact me." ”
At that time, she was holding the moon in the stars, and she did not pay any attention to the other party.
Now she held him, like the last struggle before sinking into a swamp.
The man's name was Raymond Aso.
He's a real artist.
Talk appropriately and behave elegantly.
Piaf, on the other hand, is the complete opposite of him. Vulgar rhetoric and humble gestures.
Such two people, however, will be tied together for decades to come.
Piaf is a piece of jade.
And he, full of confidence, will become the best carver.
He said to her, "Say goodbye to your bar life." ”
If only Louis had given Piaf a glimpse into high society.
Aso, then, completely put her into high society.
For the first time in her life, someone gave her formal teaching and training.
From the words, the breath, to the manners, he made all-round adjustments to her.
He was always harsh.
With beatings, with scolding.
Forcefully, wash away the contemptuous shallowness of her body.
He didn't want her to entertain others.
He wanted her to use her singing voice to bring people into her world.
She officially went from singing in a bar to a singer.
From "Little Lark" to "Piaf".
From a country girl, she became a Parisian specialty.
It's a tough process.
Her inferiority was carved deep into her bones.
It doesn't take a few lashes to change.
The first time she went to a top concert hall to sing, she had a hard time.
She certainly knew how much he was paying behind his back.
In order to give her a chance, he begged for people for weeks.
But she was afraid to stand on a high place.
Hide in the toilet and refuse to take the stage.
He suddenly became gentle at this time: "Please, stand up, this is what we have always wanted." ”
What kind of person is Piaf?
Growing up, she was the one who was rejected and abandoned.
When, when is it someone's turn to beg her?
Is she worth being asked for?
She didn't know.
But she never failed to live up to love.
Even if she was cowardly, she still played.
She was so engrossed that she couldn't hear any gossip.
I only know that I want to sing, I want to talk, and I want to be the queen of the stage.
Qu Bi, applause.
Since then, the world has been vast.
She began her golden singing career for 20 years.
She walked into the more advanced concert hall.
Released a higher level of records.
She travels abroad and tours in Europe, the United States, and South America.
The most popular show in the United States, the Ed Sullivan Show, invited her.
Carnegie Hall in New York opened its doors for her.
Even the war could not affect her, and her performance was still full.
Hollywood actress Marlene Dietrich rushed to New York to meet her.
She said to Piaf, "Whenever I hear your song, I feel like I'm standing on the streets of Paris." Your voice is the soul of Paris, thank you for bringing me back to my hometown. ”
People fell in love with her again and named her "Chanson the Queen of Heaven".
She was, really, reborn.
After becoming a diva, she seems to have become a brand new Piaf.
Again, it seems that there is none.
Her material life improved. But her spiritual world is still not rich.
A reporter once asked her: "Are you afraid of death?" ”
She replied, "I'm more afraid of loneliness." ”
She needs love. Fill the lonely void with a lot of love.
She always fell in love easily.
At the age of 17, she was still selling songs on the street and fell in love with a newspaper delivery man.
Then they had a child.
She herself is still a child, how can she be a good mother?
Sure enough, not long after, the child contracted meningitis and died prematurely.
After becoming famous, she still did not change, and the relationship continued.
In 1944, she fell in love with the little fresh meat Yves Montão.
This hairy boy is like a replica of her.
Also from the bottom, Huai Cai did not meet.
She introduced him to her team.
Use her royal team to write songs for him.
She was going to be his Bole and his lover.
She thought she could be The Louis of the year, leaving an irreplaceable place in his heart.
But no.
Two years later, when he became a popular singer in France, they died without a problem.
Did she ever regret it?
No one knows.
But she still enjoyed it.
In 1951, she fell in love with singer Charles.
In 1952, she married singer Jacques and divorced four years later.
In 1962, she married another hairdresser.
But these are dewy love affairs.
We all know that her true love is American boxer Marcel Serdon.
It was a cocktail party in New York after World War II.
Champagne, candlelight, dresses.
In her eyes, it was all the romance he had woven.
He is the king of boxing and has a great reputation.
But privately, he was just a farmer who liked to raise pigs.
He was noble and grounded.
Sexy and masculine.
She couldn't hide the joy in her heart.
Laugh wildly and wantonly.
The whole night, both real and dreamy.
Everything was perfect.
Only one thing, he was wearing a ring.
At the beginning of their love, they were saddled with infamy.
Because Marsey is married and has children.
Piaf still loves without regret.
Leave it at your fingertips.
She wrote love songs for him:
"The blue sky above your head will collapse, and the earth under your feet will collapse,
What does it matter as long as you love me,
The whole world has nothing to do with me. ”
She was like a jug of wine, brewing harder and harder.
Later she became more and more inseparable from him.
Even if it is a brief separation at work, it will not work.
She ordered him to come to the appointment.
But he did not know that this willfulness would bury Marsey's life.
On October 28, 1949, this morning was a dream.
She realized in hindsight that she had received the news of his death.
He died in an air crash on his way to meet her.
If it weren't for her tantrums, he would never have taken this fatal flight.
She couldn't forgive herself and never recovered.
Morphine and drugs became new partners, and she used them to numb her wounds.
However, how can a severe wound be paralyzed?
In the end, she just wasted her body.
In 1959, she sat in a nursing home and had difficulty walking.
The hair is thin and the body is weak.
He is only 44 years old, but he is as rare as ever.
As the world knows, she famously said:
"Without love, we are nothing."
Now, she really wasn't anything.
From beginning to end, love is a proposition that she can't break free of.
She shines with love and withers away from love.
As she wrote the lyrics:
"The night of love never ends,
Happiness is long instead of night,
All the troubles and sorrows are gone,
Happiness lasts a lifetime until death. ”
This is her most famous work, Life of a Rose.
Later, her life was also summarized into these four words.
After her death, "Life of a Rose" was remade into various versions.
Among them, the lead actor of the opera version, Natalie Lemitt, once said:
"Piaf is made up of two people. The little girl who was abandoned as a child, and the professional singer who spent her life healing scars. ”
For Piaf, her biological father and mother had nothing to do with her.
She sees Louis as her father.
And her real mother is a group of prostitutes.
At the age of 3, his father joined the army and his mother ran away.
The grandmother neglected to take care of her, allowing her to fall ill, her whole body festering, half dead.
Later, she was thrown into the most despicable place in Belle Ville, the brothel.
The living environment is very poor.
There was a gasp in my ears.
There are naked prostitutes in the corridors.
But it was here that became the shaker that took care of her.
Once, she had keratitis.
The prostitutes were in a hurry and pooled their money to send her on a pilgrimage to the church and pray for her blessing.
Later her eyes did indeed improve.
They said that the gods had seen her.
But little Piaf was more willing to believe that it was love that saw her.
She became friends with prostitutes and became mother and daughter.
From their mouths, I learned the minor tune of obscene words.
It was the first song of her life.
Who would have thought that this dirtiest place would give birth to a national treasure rose.
She sang well, and she was rudely taken away by her father, wandering the world and selling art to survive.
The maternal love she had just found was gone.
For the rest of her life, no matter how far she went, she was the 9-year-old girl who had been plundered.
She wanted love too much.
So I didn't mind anything.
Even if the other person has a husband.
Even if the other party just uses her fame to get into power.
Love is faith, it is her destiny.
All her life, she has been trapped in the quagmire of love.
Keep asking, and keep losing.
When the love faded, she became a rose in an empty bottle.
Without the moisture of living water, it quickly withers away, which is a tragedy that has long been written.
By 1959, she was too old.
Morphine, alcohol and drugs hollowed out her body.
Her liver cancer was already severe.
The doctor ordered her not to touch the things again.
She also has her own recipe.
Without love, without medicine, she was left with songs.
She dragged her seriously ill body up to a concert hall in New York.
Before playing, she fell ill again.
She ordered someone to close her off and endure the pain.
"Don't stop me from singing, that's the only thing I have now!"
Her face was miserable, but she looked determined.
That performance was extremely popular.
Her word by word, like a cry-
"The hour has come, and separation is imminent,
Lovers kiss, say goodbye to each other,
A lonely cry of sorrow broke through my heart,
Pray that Heaven will open its eyes and send mercy. ”
She blocked all the beliefs in life.
The audience also felt her tenacity and indomitability.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
She was halfway through the song and fell into the spotlight.
Her end, so tragic.
Like rose petals, even if they wither, they are bright red and dazzling.
Later, people evaluated Piaf and would always sigh for her.
She had such a high talent for singing, but she died too early.
Otherwise, there will probably be more classic chansons in the world.
But for Piaf, that was enough.
In just 48 years, she has exhausted all her strength.
It's as long and hard as a few lifetimes.
A reporter once asked Piaf: "Do you have any advice for women?" ”
She said, "Go and love." ”
Reporter: "What about girls?" ”
Reporter: "For children?" ”
Until the last moment, she still embraced the world with love.
Even if life didn't treat her well.
Even suffering is more than happiness.
She still encourages all women to love.
Until she died, she was the little girl who ran all out for love.
Author: Boiling Zero
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