Don’t lose heart, Oh Don’t Lose Heart
Though it feels like yours will fall apart
Just remember when the road gets dark
I will always be beside you
Well, I will always be beside, beside you
Paroles: Words
Quand j’étais petite
J’étais comme une fleur
J’adorais limites
Mais tous ces moment me faisaient peur
J’adore mon poisson rouge
Il m’appelle jour et nuit
Il tourne en rond pour moi
Et je mettais rien pour lui
J’aime mon jardin de roses,
L’odeur me rend heueuse.
C’est le silence qui me parle,
Comme si c’était Charles
Quand on fait l’amour
Il n’y a pas de discours.
Quand on fait l’amour
Il n’y a pas de discours.
Quand on fait l’amour…
Hélas la vie passe vite,
Sans qu’on s’aperçoit.
Je dépasse les limites,
Mais je n’en parle toujours pas.
Je préfère les rites,
Qui contiennent peu de gestes.
Les matiques m’excitent,
Tout ce qui est en rythme.
Tout ce qui se passe vite,
Sans q’on le comprenne.
Tout ce qui se passe vite,
Sans q’on le comprenne.
Sans q’on le comprenne…
Hazy lazy days of summer give us more time to catch up on a few things we don’t have time to do such as books, television shows and movies.
There was a series running for a few years I hadn’t managed to see. My hubby and I alternate selecting what to see. We have different subjects we like to view. He’d suggested ‘Boardwalk Empire’ for quite some time. I didn’t think I’d like it. Finally, he pled his case by saying I’d enjoy the music, hats and fashions. Bingo … I folded.
It’s turning out to be quite a good show. A little too violent and bawdy for my taste but it has captivated me.
If you have ‘Amazon’ it’s playing on there or HBO. Enjoy some of the music …. Isadora 😎
This yellow rose was given to me by the owner of a restaurant we went to in Sarasota, Florida
called the Coolinary. We were on a Jazz Pub crawl. Yes, you read that correctly. The jazz club
we belong to has an annual week of jazz. The kick off was a Sunday afternoon outdoor venue
on the grounds of a mansion known as Phillppi Estates.
Jazz streaming from the gazebo while you sip your ice tea and enjoy
low humidity, temps around 72 and Spring-like breezes.
A dixieland jazz combo followed this event on Monday.
Wednesday was the Pub Crawl and so on through the week.
For those who aren’t familiar with a pub crawl let me describe it.
There are tickets you purchase for this. It provide a trolley –
yes, an old fashioned trolly which takes you from pub to pub.
You park your hop on and off you go. Each pub plays a different styles of jazz.
There are 12 pubs so you can walk from one pub to another.
Your ticket also provides entry into these pubs; otherwise, you would have to pay at each pub.
You do not have to drink. Personally, I would not be able to walk if I did have drinks at all of them.
Perrier works well to quench a thirst. You can eat if you’d like as well.
That’s where the Coolinary restaurant comes in. We decided to try their food.
They’re menu: is created and driven by a healthy, clean eating philosophy. All the meat served in their restaurant is GMO, hormone, steroid and antibiotic free. They proudly support local farmers. In addition, they have gluten free food.
While we sipped on a glass of wine and waited for our dinner the owner
came to our table and presented me with this yellow rose.
I was thrilled. A BIG SMILE and a blown-to-him kiss followed.
Who doesn’t like an unexpected gesture like this?
During dinner we enjoyed jazz from a bluesy singer called Synia Carroll.
Since jazz is still on my mind and in honor of my rose, here’s Louie Armstrong.
Art is the outer vesture of love. Art, like love, is a force of oneness with the infinite. When we create a piece of art, we are really re-creating or reflecting some beauty of the Infinite.
On November 7, the sad news was announced that the prominent poet, novelist, musician, singer, songwriter and paint artist, Leonard Cohen had died. He was born on September 21,1934 in Westmount, Quebec, Canada.
His work explored religion, politics, isolation, sexuality, and personal relationships. He won the Chester Mac Naghten Literary Competition for the poems “Sparrows” and “Thoughts of a Landsman.”
During the New York City’s folk scene in Greenwich Village, I had the pleasure of being exposed to his words from other poets who were reciting his poems and aspiring to be as good.
It’s a formidable loss of an incredibly revered visionary artist.
If it be your will that I speak no more
And my voice be still as it was before
I will speak no more, I shall abide until
I am spoken for, if it be your will
If it be your will that a voice be true
From this broken hill, I will sing to you
From this broken hill, all your praises they shall ring
If it be your will to let me sing
From this broken hill all your praises they shall ring
If it be your will to let me sing
If it be your will, if there is a choice
Let the rivers fill, let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill on all these burning hearts in Hell
If it be your will to make us well
And draw us near, and bind us tight
All your children here in their rags of light
In our rags of light, all dressed to kill
And end this night, if it be your will, if it be your will
Don’t lose heart, Oh Don’t Lose Heart
