sábado, 13 de septiembre de 2008

THESE FOOLISH THINGS



BILLIE HOLIDAY

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
A little corner table
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you
The park at evening
When the bell has sounded
The pier in 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.



LOUIS AMSTRONG

4 comentarios:

atikus dijo...

la garbo y buen Jazz una forma tranquila de sonreir un sábado por la mañana!

buen finde ;)

Bipolar dijo...

Muy cuco, interesante y acogedor tu blog.
Igual también pudiera interesar este otro blog de inusitado temario.

http://www.theweirdworldof.com

tarta de manzana dijo...

Este fin de semana estoy bajo mínimos. Se ha suicidado uno de mis escritores preferidos, David Foster Wallace. El libro que yo esperaba siempre era el próximo suyo...


Dave, we heard you; we saw you. We loved you.

desconvencida dijo...

* Así es, atikus :)

* Gracias bipolar, bienvenido seas... echando un vistazo a tu blog imagino que te gustará el post de hoy ;)

* Vaya tarta, me he enterado por tu comentario... la verdad es que no he leído nada de él, pero es una pena porque a pesar de ser joven era ya muy reconocido en todas partes...

 
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