Thursday, November 7, 2013

Or it might be the sound of your hello

Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree;







Love this poem by Francis Scarfe, here is first verse for true cat lovers everywhere:    Those who love cats which do not even purr  Or which are thin and tired and very old,  Bend down to them in the street and stroke their fur  And rub their ears, and smooth their breast, and hold  Them carefully, and gaze into their eyes of gold.
And I feel like I'm clingin' to a cloud,
I can' t understand
I get misty, just holding your hand.
Walk my way,
And a thousand violins begin to play,

tviolinist:    Instruments. Angel’s Voices.
Or it might be the sound of your hello,
That music I hear,
I get misty, the moment you're near.
Can't you see that you're leading me on?
jean-paul belmondo and jean seberg  breathless #raymond_cauchetier
And it's just what I want you to do,
Don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lost
That's why I'm following you.


Woman walking in New York, 1946, photo by Stanley Kubrick
On my own,
When I wander through this wonderland alone,
Never knowing my right foot from my left
My hat from my glove


Jean Barthet #hat with #diamond clips by Van Cleef & Arpels (1954)
I'm too misty, and too much in love.
Too misty,
And too much in love.....




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