All around the world - Lisa Stansfield and Barry White
Songwriters: HARRIS, JAMES SAMUEL III/LEWIS, TERRY/MC CARY, MICHAEL S
I don’t know where my baby is
But I’ll find him, somewhere, somehow
I’ve got to let him know how much I care
I’ll never give up looking for my baby
Been around the world and i, i, i
I can’t find my baby
I don’t know when, I don’t know why
Why he’s gone away
And I don’t know where he can be, my baby
But I’m gonna find him
We had a quarrel and I let myself go
I said so many things, things he didn’t know
And I was oh oh so bad
And I don’t think he’s comin’ back, mm mm
He gave the reason, the reasons he should go
And he said so many things he never said before
And he was oh oh so mad
And I don’t think he’s comin’, comin’ back
I did too much lyin’, wasted too much time,
Now I’m here a’cryin’, i, i, i
So open hearted, he never did me wrong
I was the one, the weakest one of all
And now I’m oh oh so sad
And I don’t think he’s comin’ back, comin’ back
I did too much lyin’, wasted too much time,
Now I’m here a’cryin’, i, i, i
I’m gonna find him, my baby
I did too much lyin’, wasted too much time,
Now I’m here a’cryin’, i, i, i
I’ve been around the world, lookin’ from my baby
Been around the world, and I’m gonna
I’m gonna find him
Heaven, I'm in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek
Heaven, I'm in heaven
And the cares that hung around me through the week
Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak
When we're out together dancing (swinging) cheek to cheek
Oh I love to climb a mountain
And reach the highest peak
But it doesn't thrill (boot) me half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek
Oh I love to go out fishing
In a river or a creek
But I don't enjoy it half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek
(Come on and) Dance with me
I want my arm(s) about you
That (Those) charm(s) about you
Will carry me through...
(Right up) To heaven, I'm in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we're out together dancing, out together dancing (swinging)
Out together dancing cheek to cheek
Songwriters: Madeleine Peyroux;Lawrence Klein;Walter Becker
He made me laugh
He made me cry
He smoked his stogies in bed
But I'm all right
I'm all right
I've been lonely before
I asked the boy for a few kind words
He gave me a novel instead
But I'm all right
I'm all right
I've been lonely before
It's fine, it's OK
It was wrong either way
I just wanted to say
There isn't much fun when you're drinking wine
He got drunk, he fell down
He threw a few of my things around
But I'm all right
I'm all right
I've been lonely before
I'd like to believe that it's easy to leave
But I have to conceive that wherever you are
You're still driving my car
Sticks and stones break my bones
But tears don't leave any scars
So I'm all alright
I'm all alright
I've been lonely before
Mmm...
I'm all alright
I'm all alright
I'm all alright
Yeah
He played solitaire in bed
Used to blow bubbles in bed
He sang Christmas songs in bed
Songwriters: BACHARACH, BURT / DAVID, HAL
I know why birds suddenly appear
Every time you come near
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
Why do stars fall down from the sky
Every time you walk by?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
On the day that you were born
Angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue.
That is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around.
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
On the day that you were born
Angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue.
That is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around.
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
Just like me
They long to be
Close to you.
Wahhhhhhhhhhh, close to you.
Close to you.
Just like me
They long to be
Close to you.
Mama can we talk it over
I was blind and couldn't see
Sat across from an awkward angel
She's biting away at me
Mama can we joke about it
For a bluebird sacrifice it
For a thousand times that I said
If I lose my patience
You should try and understand
I'll surrender now and start
We'll start it all again, again
We'll start it all again, again
Take the road, I'm a lonely soldier
Damaged by honky ..?
I lost my speech, parading
If I lose my patience
You should try and understand
I'll surrender now and start
We'll start it all again, again
We'll start it all again, again
Oh, I never had the benefits
Like all the children did
You made my life a circus hall
...........
Again
I softly blow out with the wind
Some are troubled when there's nothing left to burn out
I think we'll start it again
I think we'll start it again
Again
I think we'll start it again
Mama can we talk it over
I was blind and couldn't see
Sat across from an awkward angel
She's biting away at me
За мой срам и както се оказа, огромно изумление на Гаргата, се срещам с него за първи път. Какъв пропуск! А той се оказа великолепен и пленяващ не само любител и наблюдател на животни, но и талантлив майстор на перото и тънкото чувство за хумор. Подозирам, че увлекателен разказвач, като Даръл, може да прикове читателя към страниците и с най-скучната история. Макар да не съм запален читател на истории за животинския свят, само факта, че тези истории се случват на остров Корфу ми е достатъчен. А Даръл така добре го описва, с маслиновите му градини, с блатата и заливите, с темпераментните му жители, че в някои редове усещам мириса на море и зехтин, пясък под ходилата си и синевата на морето в очите си.
Нетърпелива съм да опиша впечатленията си, още преди да съм привършила " Градината на боговете".
Книжка, която уж, купих за Гаргата, но убедена съм ще имаме разгорещен спор, относно бъдещето и. А и тя - Гаргата сама си е беше виновна, като ми каза" Абе, ти я прочети, пък аз после щя си я взема." Но да се върна на Даръл и Градината. Животните и историите на малкия Джери с тях, в същност са само част от всичко за което той разказва в книгата. Подозирам, че и с останалите му книги е така. Двусмислени заглавия, като " Моето семейство и други животни" или " Зверилник в имението" са достатчъно красноречиви, за да ме наведат на тази мисъл. А семейството му, както и гости, който го посещават не отстъпват по колорит на йота от разнообразния животински свят и прекрасните пейзажи на Корфу. Книгата е съставена от отделни разкази, още една причина да ме привлече. С разказите си Даръл се нарежда в челните редици на любимците ми. В няколко страници успява да създаде атмосфера, да направи завръзка и да стигне до пика на историята, като после я приключи, хем мъдро, хем забавно и с тичпичното английско чувство за хумор, без значение, дали разказва за лов на риби, гостуване на индиец в дома на семейството или посрещането на гръцкия крал на острова.
По обясними причини, цитатите се избират трудно. Естественият подтик на читателя е да препише цялата книга.
" Шилето явно бе разочаровано, че никой не го забелязва. Припка назам - натам, украси пода, изпълни умело два пируета, но чувстваше, че не му се обръща вниманието, което е заслужило, затова наведе глава и се устреми към мама. Нападението му бе красиво осъществено. Имах известно право за подобна оценка, тъй като по времето, когато ходех на експедиции из околните маслинови горички, често бях срещал енергични и смели овнета, с които се бях сражавал, като матадор с бик, използувайки за всеобща радост ризата си вместо плащ. Макар, че осъждах последствията, не можех да не призная, че сегашното нападение бе извършено безпогрешно, и си личеше, че е добре обмислено: овнето употреби всичката сила на жилестото си тяло и кокалестата му глава и се заби право в прасците на мама."
" Висши духовни лица със старателно вчесани бели, сребристи или стоманносиви бради, бодри и весели, като рояк папагали в раса, водеха оживени разговори - коремчетата им се мърдаха, брадите им се поклащаха, а пълничките им изнежени ръце правеха изящни движения."
" - Да, ако човек живее достатъчно дълго на Корфу, спира да се учудва на каквото и да е - каза убедено мама."
П.П. Да не забравя, не мога да се нарадвам на имената на лодката, Тумбел - Нехранимайски и кучетата Пикльо и Посерко. Както мъдро отбеляза Георги, третото - Роджър явно е било късметлия.
Songwriters: Chris Rea
Stood still on a highway
I saw a woman
By the side of the road
With a face that I knew like my own
Reflected in my window
Well she walked up to my quarterlight
And she bent down real slow
A fearful pressure paralysed me
In my shadow
She said "Son, what are you doing here?
My fear for you has turned me in my grave"
I said "Mama, I come to the valley of the rich
Myself to sell"
She said "Son, this is the road to Hell"
On your journey 'cross the wilderness
From the desert to the well
You have strayed upon the motorway to Hell
Well I'm standing by a river
But the water doesn't flow
It boils with every poison you can think of
And I'm underneath the streetlights
But the light of joy I know
Scared beyond belief way down in the shadows
And the perverted fear of violence
Chokes a smile on every face
And common sense is ringing out the bells
This ain't no technological breakdown
Oh no, this is the road to Hell
And all the roads jam up with credit
And there's nothing you can do
It's all just bits of paper
Flying away from you
Look out world take a good look
What comes down here
You must learn this lesson fast
And learn it well
This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway
Oh no, this is the road to Hell
All I can ever be to you,
Is a darkness that we knew,
And this regret I've got accustomed to,
Once it was so right,
When we were at our high,
Waiting for you in the hotel at night,
I knew I hadn't met my match,
But every moment we could snatch,
I don't know why I got so attached,
It's my responsibility,
And you don't owe nothing to me,
But to walk away I have no capacity
He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And there's no way, in this blue shape,
My tears dry on their own,
I don't understand,
Why do I stress A man,
When there's so many bigger things at hand,
We could a never had it all,
We had to hit a wall,
So this is inevitable withdrawal,
Even if I stop wanting you,
A Perspective pushes true,
I'll be some next man's other woman soon,
I shouldn't play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend,
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men,
So we are history,
YOUR shadow covers me
The sky above,
A blaze only that lovers see
I wish I could say no regrets,
And no emotional debts,
Cause as we kiss goodbye the sun sets
So we are history,
The shadow covers me,
The sky above a blaze that only lovers see,
He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in no way,
In my deep shape
My tears dry
Songwriters: Leonard Bernstein;Adolph Green;Betty Comden
Where has the time all gone to
Haven't done half the things we want to
Oh well, we'll catch up some other time
This day was just a token
Too many words are still unspoken
Oh well, we'll catch up some other time
Just when the fun is starting
Comes the time for parting
But let's be glad for what we've had
And what's to come
There's so much more embracing
Still to be done, but time is racing
Oh well, we'll catch up some other time
Songwriters: Johnny Mercer;Henry Mayer;Hans Bradtke
The summer wind came blowin' in
From across the sea
It lingered there to touch your hair
And walk with me
All summer long
we sang a song
And then we strolled that golden sand
Two sweethearts and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights
They went flying by
The world was new beneath the blue
Umbrella sky
Then softer than a piper man
One day, it called to you
I lost you I lost you to
The summer wind
The autumn wind
And the winter winds
They have come and gone
And still those days
Those lonely days
They go on and on
And guess who’s sigh`s
His lullabies through nights that never end
My fickled friend,
The summer wind
The summer wind warm summer wind
Mmm the summer wind
Songwriters: Tor Erik Hermansen;Michael Jackson;Mikkel Eriksen;Frankie Storm
It's getting late
I'm making my way over to
My favorite place
I gotta get my body moving
Shake the stress away
I wasn't looking for nobody when you looked my way
Possible candidate, yeah
Who knew
That you'd be up in here looking like you do
You makin' staying over here, impossible
Baby, Ima say your aura is incredible
If you don't have to go, don't
Do you know what just started?
I just came here to party
But now we're rockin on the dance floor, actin' naughty
Your hands around my waist
Just let the music play
We're hand in hand chest to chest and now we're face to face
I wanna take you away
Let's escape into the music, DJ let it play
I just can't refuse it
Like the way you do this
Keep on rockin' to it
Please don't stop the, please don't stop the music
I wanna take you away
Let's escape into the music, DJ let it play
I just can't refuse it
Like the way you do this
Keep on rockin' to it
Please don't stop the, please don't stop the
Please don't stop the music
Baby are you ready cause it's gettin close
Don't you feel the passion ready to explode?
What goes on between us no-one has to know
This is a private show(oh)
Do you know what just started?
I just came here to party
But now we're rockin on the dance floor, actin' naughty
Your hands around my waist
Just let the music play
We're hand in hand chest to chest and now we're face to face
Please don't stop the music
Please don't stop the music
Please don't stop the music
Songwriters: Paul Staveley O'duffy;Amy Jade Winehouse
It's okay in the day I'm staying busy
Tied up enough so I don't have to wonder where is he
Got so sick of crying
So just lately
When I catch myself I do a 180
I stay up clean the house
At least I'm not drinking
Run around just so I don't have to think about thinking
That silent sense of content
That everyone gets
Just disappears soon as the sun sets
This face in my dreams seizes my guts
He floods me with dread
Soaked in soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone
If I was my heart
I'd rather be restless
The second I stop the sleep catches up and I'm breathless
This ache in my chest
As my day is done now
The dark covers me and I cannot run now
My blood running cold
I stand before him
It's all I can do to assure him
When he comes to me
I drip for him tonight
Drowning in me we bathe under blue light
His face in my dreams seizes my guts
He floods me with dread
Soaked in soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone
The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly
Then you and I came wandering by
And lost in a sigh were we
The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly
I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly
Your arms opened wide and closed me inside
You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly
Songwriters: Amy Jade Winehouse
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt,
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt,
You say "what did you do with him today?",
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray,
'Cause you're my fella, my guy,
Hand me your stella and fly,
By the time I'm out the door,
You tear men down like Roger Moore,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,
He's in a place, but I can't get joy,
Thinking on you in the final throes,
This is when my buzzer goes,
Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,
You say 'when we married",
'cause you're not bitter,
"There'll be none of him no more,"
I cried for you on the kitchen floor,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain,
We're like how we were again,
I'm in the tub, you on the seat,
Lick your lips as I soak my feet,
Then you notice little carpet burn,
My stomach drops and my guts churn,
You shrug and it's the worst,
Who truly stuck the knife in first
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
Yeah, you know that I'm no good.
Songwriters: Gibbs Salaam Remi; Winehouse Amy
Wish I Could Say It Breaks My Heart
Like You Did In The Beginning
It's Not That We Grew Apart
A Nightingale No Longer Singing
It's Something I Know You Can't Do
Seperate Sex With Emotion
I Sleep Alone The Sun Comes Up
Your Still Clinging To That Notion
Every Thing Is Slowing Down
River Of No Return
Recognise My Every Sound
There Is Nothing New To Learn
You'll Never Get My Mind Right
Like 2 Ships Passing In The Night
In The Night, In The Night
Want The Same Thing Where We Lay
Otherwise Mines A Different Way
A Different Way From Where I'm Going
Oh, It's You Again Listen This Isnt A Reunion
So Sorry If I Turn My Head
Yours Is A Familliar Face
But That Don't Make Your Place Safe
In My Bed My Bed My Bed
I Never Thought My Memory
Of What We Had Could Be Intruded
But I Could'ntLet It Be
I Needed It As Much As You Did
Now It's Not Hard To Understand
Why We Just Speak At Night
The Only Time I Hold Your Hand
Is To Get The Angle Right
Everything Is Slowing Down
River Of No Return
You Recognise My Every Sound
There's Nothing New To Learn
You'll Never Get My Mind Right
Like 2 Ships Passing In The Night
In The Night In The Night
Want The Same Thing Where We Lay
Otherwise Mines A Different Way
A Different Way From Where I'm Going
Oh, It's You Again Listen This Isnt A Reunion
So Sorry If I Turn My Head
Yours Is A Familliar Face
But That Don't Make Your Place Safe
In My Bed, My Bed, My Ba Ba Dee Dee Bed
Songwriters: BURKE, JOHNNY / BURKE, JOHNNY / GARNER, ERROLL
Look at me
I'm an helpless as a kitten up a tree
and I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud
I can't understand
I get misty
just holding your hand
Walk my way
and a thousand violins begin to play
or it might be the sound of your hello
that music I hear
I get misty
the moment you're near
You can say
that you're leading me on
[| From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/f/frank-sinatra-lyrics/misty-lyrics.html |]
But 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
On my own
would I wander through this wonderland alone
never knowing my right foot from my left
my hat from my glove
I'm too misty and too much in love
Мога да и простя всичко, при този талант, алкохол, псувни на сцената и наркотици, дори очната линия и прическата, всичко! Умопомрачителна е! Зашеметяваща!
Your neighbours were screaming
I don't have a key for downstairs, so I punched all the buzzers hoping you wouldn't be there
So now my head's hurting
You say I always get my own way
But you were in the shower when I got there, I'd have wanted to stay, but I got nothing to say
Cause you were so beautiful before today
But then I heard what you got to say... man that was ugly
The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas
Put it in the box, put it in the box
Frank's in there and I don't care
Put it in the box, put it in the box
Just take it
Take the box
Take the box
I came home this evening and nothing felt like how it should be
I feel like writing you a letter but that is not me... you know me
Feel so f*cking angry; don't wanna be reminded of you
But when I left my sh*t in your kitchen, I said goodbye to your bedroom it smelled of you
Mr False Pretence, you don't make sense
I just don't know you
But you make me cry, where's my kiss goodbye?
I think I love you
The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas
Put it in the box, put it in the box
Frank's in there and I don't care
Put it in the box, put it in the box
Now take it
Take the box
Just take it, take it
Take the box
And now just take the box
Take the box
Songwriters: Glen Ballard;Alanis Morissette
An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic ... don't you think
Chorus
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought ... it figures
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
'Well isn't this nice...'
And isn't it ironic ... don't you think
Repeat Chorus
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face
It's a traffic jam when you're already late
It's a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic... don't you think
A little too ironic... and yeah I really do think...
Repeat Chorus
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Lyrics by Henri Contet
Cet air qui m'obsède jour et nuit
Cet air n'est pas né d'aujourd'hui
Il vient d'aussi loin que je viens
Traîné par cent mille musiciens
Un jour cet air me rendra folle
Cent fois j'ai voulu dire pourquoi
Mais il m'a coupé la parole
Il parle toujours avant moi
Et sa voix couvre ma voix
Padam...padam...padam...
Il arrive en courant derrière moi
Padam...padam...padam...
Il me fait le coup du souviens-toi
Padam...padam...padam...
C'est un air qui me montre du doigt
Et je traîne après moi comme un drôle d'erreur
Cet air qui sait tout par cœur
Il dit: "Rappelle-toi tes amours
Rappelle-toi puisque c'est ton tour
'y a pas d'raison pour qu'tu n'pleures pas
Avec tes souvenirs sur les bras...
" Et moi je revois ceux qui restent
Mes vingt ans font battre tambour
Je vois s'entrebattre des gestes
Toute la comédie des amours
Sur cet air qui va toujours
Padam...padam...padam...
Des "je t'aime" de quatorze-juillet
Padam...padam...padam...
Des "toujours" qu'on achète au rabais
Padam...padam...padam...
Des "veux-tu" en voilà par paquets
Et tout ça pour tomber juste au coin d'la rue
Sur l'air qui m'a reconnue
...
Écoutez le chahut qu'il me fait
...
Comme si tout mon passé défilait
...
Faut garder du chagrin pour après
J'en ai tout un solfège sur cet air qui bat...
Qui bat comme un cœur de bois...
Songwriter: Michael Jackson
They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it
You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
They're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it
You have to show them that you're really not scared
You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll kick you, then they beat you,
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it
Едно от най-красивите обяснения в любов, които съм чувала.
Songwriters: Eric Patrick Clapton
It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear.
She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair.
And then she asks me, "Do I look all right?"
And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight."
We go to a party and everyone turns to see
This beautiful lady that's walking around with me.
And then she asks me, "Do you feel all right?"
And I say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight."
I feel wonderful because I see
The love light in your eyes.
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don't realize how much I love you.
It's time to go home now and I've got an aching head,
So I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed.
And then I tell her, as I turn out the light,
I say, "My darling, you were wonderful tonight.
Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight."
Пуснах линк към този океан от илюстрации преди време. После Гаргата правилно отбеляза, че подкараш ли го, започваш да искаш голяма къща или поне къща с повече стени, където тематично да наредиш, колкото се може повече от тази необятна колекция и да й се радваш всеки път, когато се огледаш. Голяма къща и много стени нямам, но желанието, макар и относително да притежавам, част от тези рисунки е налице.
Не ми го побира ума, как се събира толкова нещо, пък било то и онлайн. И понеже надписите са на испански, който ми говори само малко повече от китайския, този въпрос за сега си остава без отговор. Това не ми пречи в моментите, в които имам време, а нямам настроение за четене или някакви по-сериозни занимания да се потапям в тематичните води на сбирката и неуморно да цъкам ли цъкам с мишката разглеждайки стари илюстрации от кого и към какво ли не.
Пинокио.
И пак. Подписа на илюстратора, напомня , оглозгана от котката кост от риба. Красотата е в детайлите, както се казва.
Много любимите ми илюстрации на Биатрикс Потър, към точно толкова любимите на децата ми нейни книжки.
Непослушното коте Том и прилежните му сестри Госпожичка и Ръкавичка.
Робинзон, който и сега си остава герой от една от най-любимите ми книги. Lost в най-ранния му вариант.
Два варианта на Алиса.
Колкото и да видя, убедена съм, ще харесам всичките.
Сън в лятна нощ в графично изпълнение.
И Жулиета, молеща дойката си за помощ.
Граф Монте Кристо с Хаиде
Не мога да пропусна тази ретро серия с госпожици, останали без ластик на гащичките си, точно, когато наоколо се навърта някой мъж.
И феите на разстенията
Както и Giusepee Arcimboldo, на чиито картини успях да се насладя на живо по-миналото лято.
И докато ровех настървено и избирах илюстрации за тази публикация попаднах на нещо познато. Помня добре, че бях видяла цветния вариант на илюстрацията в портфолиото в Behance Network на една съвременна илюстраторка - Света Дорошева. В тази колекция, а и в уикито ясно е написано, че графиката е на Алберт Робида и е рисувана в далечната 1884.Да се чуди човек...
