Smile . . . you are beautiful.

Love around the world (4)

Luci — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 18:14:49 +0000

Canzoniere – Petrarca

Era il giorno ch’al sol si scoloraro
per la pietà del suo factore i rai,
quando i’ fui preso, et non me ne guardai,
ché i be’ vostr’occhi, donna, mi legaro.

Tempo non mi parea da far riparo
contra colpi d’Amor: però m’andai
secur, senza sospetto; onde i miei guai
nel commune dolor s’incominciaro.

Trovommi Amor del tutto disarmato
et aperta la via per gli occhi al core,
che di lagrime son fatti uscio et varco:

però al mio parer non li fu honore
ferir me de saetta in quello stato,
a voi armata non mostrar pur l’arco.

Love around the world (3)

Luci — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 16:13:56 +0000

Je pense a toi – Guillaume Apollinaire

Je pense à toi mon Lou ton cœur est ma caserne
Mes sens sont tes chevaux ton souvenir est ma luzerne

Le ciel est plein ce soir de sabres d’éperons
Les canonniers s’en vont dans l’ombre lourds et prompts

Mais près de toi je vois sans cesse ton image
Ta bouche est la blessure ardente du courage

Nos fanfares éclatent dans la nuit comme ta voix
Quand je suis à cheval tu trottes près de moi

Nos 75 sont gracieux comme ton corps
Et tes cheveux sont fauves comme le feu d’un obus
qui éclate au nord

Je t’aime tes mains et mes souvenirs
Font sonner à toute heure une heureuse fanfare
Des soleils tour à tour se prennent à hennir
Nous sommes les bat-flanc sur qui ruent les étoiles

Love around the world (2)

Luci — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 14:55:26 +0000

A Magic Moment I Remember – Alexander Pushkin

A magic moment I remember:

I raised my eyes and you were there,

A fleeting vision, the quintessence

Of all that’s beautiful and rare.

I pray to mute despair and anguish,

To vain the pursuits world esteems,

Long did I hear your soothing accents,

Long did your features haunt my dreams.

Time passed. A rebel storm-blast scattered

The reveries that once were mine

And I forgot your soothing accents,

Your features gracefully divine.

In dark days of enforced retirement

I gazed upon gray sky above

With no ideals to inspire me,

No one to cry for, live for, love.

Then came a moment of renaissance,

I looked up – you again were there -

A fleeting vision, the quintessence

Of all that’s beautiful and rare.

My heart is feeling celebration,

I did remember it again -

The aim to strive, the inspiration,

And love, and life, and sweet heart pain.

Love around the world (1)

Luci — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 13:17:36 +0000

Un amor – Pablo Neruda

Por tí junto a los jardines recién florecidos me duelen los perfumes de primavera. He olvidado tu rostro, no recuerdo tus manos, cómo besaban tus labios?

Por ti amo las blancas estatuas dormidas en los parques, las blancas estatuas que no tienen voz ni mirada.

He olvidado tu voz, tu voz alegre, he olvidado tus ojos.

Como una flor a su perfume, estoy atado a tu recuerdo impreciso. Estoy cerca del dolor como una herida, si me tocas me dañarás irremediablemente. Tus caricias me envuelven como las enredaderas a los muros sombríos.

He olvidado tu amor y sin embargo te adivino detrás de todas las ventanas.

Por ti me duelen los pesados perfumes del estío: por ti vuelvo a acechar los ginos que precipitan los deseos, las estrellas en fuga, los objetos que caen.

New York state of mind…

Luci — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 18:14:29 +0000

“One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years”

Thomas Wolfe

TIEd Together

Luci — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 01:13:24 +0000

Photosensitive is one of the most rewarding projects I was ever involved. It all started with Irina Souiki (thank you, my friend, for getting me on board) and Picture the Cure. Gene’s ( thanks Elizabeth for supporting his involvement) story is such a moving testimony of believing in yourself and never giving up… Here is a little video from the the exhibit and a photo with his story.

I picture you in the sun…

Luci — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 13:51:23 +0000

“Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life” Pablo Neruda

Good bye, Jamesetta…

Luci — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 00:34:10 +0000

“My mother always told me, even if a song has been done a thousand times, you can still bring something of your own to it. I’d like to think I did that. ” Etta James

“If you read in the paper that I went away, would it make any difference to you? If I packed my things and left town today, would it make any difference to you? Do you, do you even know, do you even know that I’m still alive…”

Lower Your Eyelids To Die With The Sun

Luci — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 18:02:45 +0000

(on my bucket list)

Good morning! Who’s up for a French breakfast?

Luci — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 14:44:16 +0000

Since we have some really, really cold days (and nights) in Ottawa, I thought of some nice, warm, comfort food to bright up your spirit.

Last night we watched ‘La cage aux folles’ - the 1978 movie with Ugo Tognazzi and Michel Serrault. Of all the versions, imitations, and sequels, this movie based on the 1973 French play of the same name by Jean Poiret, is the best and funniest, a fresh look at machoism and drag queens and the gay couple is absolutely superb.

So, when I woke up this morning felt I should continue the French mood with some breakfast and a touch of Francis Cabrel. Enjoy!