Hortico I thought you were a young lad who was taking his Grandma out on our fantasy meal thread, hence our posts about how kind you were. I didn't understand that you are a very mature man referring to one of our posters as your Valentine. I should have read your previous posts in your profile
I do agree, KEF, it's a lovely song. When the experience spoken about in the lyrics and the music marry so well together, the result is often moving and memorable.
For me it's FULL of the past. When I hear it, I always see myself and my two young children climbing the red-carpetted stairs for their evening bath. We first started it when it was raining heavily out one evening and it then became a tradition.
Wishing my cousin, Alex, a happy birthday today, we, inevitably, remembered past birthdays and the closely following Valentine's Day. Though I had completely forgotten it, I was reminded how my cousin, my sister, Eurydike, and I, one Valentine's played non-stop my parents' Sandpiper version of Guantanamera for hours, till we were told, in a certain tone, it was time to change the record!
As it's almost Valentine's, I feel this particular version does it real justice:
As for Francis Lalanne, I love his expression as well as his ponytail, ribbon and, of course, his mittens! Together they are quite enthralling.
I also like, very much in fact, your "wrong" link. It rather reminds me of Keats' "La Belle Dame sans Merci". There is an air of mystery, I think, about both of them.
I wouldn't even begin to dream of laughing at your expression of love for your so much missed wife, Hortico. The difficulty with special days that only come once a year is that they're always laden with memories and, often, many of them are so very sad.
I have no doubt she was a very special person indeed.
We all grieve in our own way and nobody knows how long it takes for those who have experienced such a loss, to learn to live with it; so, the number of years is rather irrelevant, I think.
Your Song is a very beautiful one; it almost makes me cry too when I hear it, though I have no emotional connections to it; and to be absolutely frank, I don't really believe I have a romantic cell in my body. But, its beauty is undeniable.
I do hope you have some real friends that can listen to your sorrow, when it returns from time to time and hits you out of the blue. However, I think it's often much easier to "speak" to complete strangers rather than family and close friends, for all kinds of complicated reasons; so, I'm sure it was wise and useful to share your pain with us here. My Grandmother was a firm believer that "shared grief is half the grief."
Tomorrow it's Valerie's special day and though you'll continue missing her, of course, I hope you'll also thank Heaven for the many days of happiness you did have together.
Hi Hortico, I do so agree with every single word of Danae's understanding response to your post. We never forget those whom we've lost, we simply learn to live without them.
There are always songs that remind us of them and the days we were lucky enough to've spent with them. For me, I Have Dreamed always bringsin front of my eyes a tall, slim, shy, 21 year old boy, with lank-ish blonde hair falling in front of his blue eyes, and Broadstairs beach on a warm mid-June Saturday. Quietly and almost in my ear, he kept singing it, as well as Stranger in Paradise. My heart hurts when I hear them but I know I will always love them.
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Danae your last link is lovely song and video
Hortico I thought you were a young lad who was taking his Grandma out on our fantasy meal thread, hence our posts about how kind you were. I didn't understand that you are a very mature man referring to one of our posters as your Valentine. I should have read your previous posts in your profile
Can't get your link David
I do agree, KEF, it's a lovely song. When the experience spoken about in the lyrics and the music marry so well together, the result is often moving and memorable.
Great pleasure,Edd.
For me it's FULL of the past. When I hear it, I always see myself and my two young children climbing the red-carpetted stairs for their evening bath. We first started it when it was raining heavily out one evening and it then became a tradition.
How the years fly!
Wishing my cousin, Alex, a happy birthday today, we, inevitably, remembered past birthdays and the closely following Valentine's Day. Though I had completely forgotten it, I was reminded how my cousin, my sister, Eurydike, and I, one Valentine's played non-stop my parents' Sandpiper version of Guantanamera for hours, till we were told, in a certain tone, it was time to change the record!
As it's almost Valentine's, I feel this particular version does it real justice:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UH800q8qQsg
Sorry, that's the wrong link!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFHPPyb9V9M
Hi Danae
Ah, dear Nana, what a delight she was!
As for Francis Lalanne, I love his expression as well as his ponytail, ribbon and, of course, his mittens! Together they are quite enthralling.
I also like, very much in fact, your "wrong" link. It rather reminds me of Keats' "La Belle Dame sans Merci". There is an air of mystery, I think, about both of them.
Thank you. I have enjoyed them.
I wouldn't even begin to dream of laughing at your expression of love for your so much missed wife, Hortico. The difficulty with special days that only come once a year is that they're always laden with memories and, often, many of them are so very sad.
I have no doubt she was a very special person indeed.
We all grieve in our own way and nobody knows how long it takes for those who have experienced such a loss, to learn to live with it; so, the number of years is rather irrelevant, I think.
Your Song is a very beautiful one; it almost makes me cry too when I hear it, though I have no emotional connections to it; and to be absolutely frank, I don't really believe I have a romantic cell in my body. But, its beauty is undeniable.
I do hope you have some real friends that can listen to your sorrow, when it returns from time to time and hits you out of the blue. However, I think it's often much easier to "speak" to complete strangers rather than family and close friends, for all kinds of complicated reasons; so, I'm sure it was wise and useful to share your pain with us here. My Grandmother was a firm believer that "shared grief is half the grief."
Tomorrow it's Valerie's special day and though you'll continue missing her, of course, I hope you'll also thank Heaven for the many days of happiness you did have together.
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Hi Hortico, I do so agree with every single word of Danae's understanding response to your post. We never forget those whom we've lost, we simply learn to live without them.
There are always songs that remind us of them and the days we were lucky enough to've spent with them. For me, I Have Dreamed always brings in front of my eyes a tall, slim, shy, 21 year old boy, with lank-ish blonde hair falling in front of his blue eyes, and Broadstairs beach on a warm mid-June Saturday. Quietly and almost in my ear, he kept singing it, as well as Stranger in Paradise. My heart hurts when I hear them but I know I will always love them.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CSJcfIRJLck
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qXHlpuQnUI