concentrate

goldish

narcissus

these foolish things

Oh will you never let me be?
Oh will you never set me free?
The ties that bound us are still around us
There´s no escape that I can see
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain

A cigarette that bares a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you.
A tinkling Piano in the next apartment
Those stumblin'words That told you what my heart meant
A fairground's painted swings
These foolish things
remind me of you.
You came,
You saw,
You conquered me
When you did that to me
I knew somehow this had to be
The winds of March That made my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings But who's to answer
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things
Remind me of you
First daffodils
And long excited cables

And candle lights

on little corner tables
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you
The park at evening
When the bell has sounded

The Isle de France

With all the gulls around it
The beauty that is spring
These foolish things
Remind me of you
How strange,
How sweet,
To find you still,
These things are dear to me
They seem to bring you near to me
The sigh of midnight trains
At empty stations
Silk stockings thrown aside
Dance invitations
Oh how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things
Remind me of you
Gardenia perfume
Lingering on a pillow
Wild strawberries
Only seven francs a kilo
And still my heart has wings,
These foolish things,
Remind me of you
The smile of Garbo
And the scent of roses
The waiters whistling
As the last bar closes
The song

that Crosby sings
These foolish things
Remind me of you
How strange
How sweet
To find you still
These things are dear to me
They seem to bring you near to me
The scent of smoldering leaves
The wail of steamers
Two lovers on the street
Who walk like dreamers
Oh how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things
Remind me of you.

my point of view

par la fenêtre

festa major - Sitges 2009

summertime....

....and the living is easy !

romancing summer

enjoying summer

greg

splash

Keine Zeit! Nur Büro, Chor, Familie etc pp

romantic

enfin le printemps

Emily Loizeau - comment dire

Comment dire ... j'ai rangé les violons
Comment dire ... dans des boîtes en carton
Comment dire ... j'ai trop mis de jetons
Comment dire ... dans le juke box des souvenirs

Comment dire ... les souvenirs ont des airs
Comment dire ... de vieux clown en colère
Comment dire ... mes habits te font rire
................ je suis le juke box des souvenirs

Comment dire ... j'ai déssiné la lune
Comment dire ... déposé des enclumes
Comment dire ... mais il restait leur plumes
Comment dire ... de juke box des souvenirs

Comment dire ... des avions de papier
Comment dire ... et des baisers volés
Comment dire ... m'ont fait mettre la clé
Comment dire ... sous le juke box des souvenirs

je me souviens

relaxing on friday

the way he wears his hat....

Vive la Cigarette XXX

Geschafft! Es war wunderbar!

dimanche matin

Konzert

Eine Woche ohne Internet....und jetzt auch keine Zeit. In einer Woche ist unser Konzert und das heißt: heute Sitzung der AGPuT, morgen Sonderprobe im Theater und Donnerstag Generalprobe! Dazwischen noch einmal die Texte durchgehen und die nochmals geänderten Aufstellungen einprägen....

jump

what a lovely way to burn....

exposed

Freitag

Auf der Suche nach der Ella Fitzgerald-Version von "love for sale" stieß ich auf diesen netten jungen Mann. So eine schöne, unschuldige Stimme - ein wunderbarer Gegensatz zum Lied....
Hier regnet es seit gestern ununterbrochen. Im Büro herrscht das übliche Chaos, mein Karaoke-Singen gestern war eine Pleite und was ist noch schreckliches passiert? Die Probe gestern abend war erstaunlich gut und konzentriert. Wir haben noch an Chanson d´amour herumgefeilt und das scheint nun zu stimmen. Die Zugabe geht noch nicht auswendig, aber das wird schon. Die Applausordnung sitzt.
Morgen früh geht es mit dem Flugzeug nach Hamburg. Bin erst Montagabend zurück. Vielleicht wird es bis dahin wenigstens etwas frühlingshaft.

love for sale

When the only sound in the empty street,
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop.
When the moon so long has been gazing down
On the wayward ways of this wayward town.
That her smile becomes a smirk,
I go to work.

Love for sale,
Appetising young love for sale.
Love that's fresh and still unspoiled,
Love that's only slightly soiled,
Love for sale.
Who will buy?
Who would like to sample my supply?
Who's prepared to pay the price,
For a trip to paradise?
Love for sale
Let the poets pipe of love
in their childish way,
I know every type of love
Better far than they.
If you want the thrill of love,
I've been through the mill of love;
Old love, new love
Every love but true love
Love for sale.

Appetising young love for sale.
If you want to buy my wares.
Follow me and climb the stairs
Love for sale.
Love for sale.

Cole Porter

sung by an unknown, but very sweet young man!

herumliegende männer

just that look

gorgeous