llamame como quieras

"El mes de octubre ha llegado hace
tan poco tiempo del pasado octubre
que cuando éste llegó fue como si
me estuviese mirando el tiempo inmóvil."

@1 year ago

"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful."

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

@1 year ago

Where do you go to (my lovely)

You talk like Marlene Dietrich

and you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire

your clothes are all made by Balmain

and there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are.

You live in a fancy apartment

off the boulevard St. Michel

where you keep your Rolling Stones records

and a friend os Sacha Distel, yes you do.

But where do you go to my lovely

when you're alone in your bed

tell me the thoughts that surround you

I want to look inside your head, yes I do.

I've seen all your qualifications

you got from the Sorbonne

and the painting you stole from Picasso

your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does.

When you go on your summer vacation

you go to Juan les Pines

with your carefully designed topless swimsuit

you get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs.

And when the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz

with the others of the jet-set

and you sip your Napoleon Brandy

but you never get your lips wet, no you don't.

But where do you go to my lovely

when you're alone in your bed

won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you

I want to look inside your head, yes I do.

Your name it is heard in high places

you know the Aga Khan

He sent you a racehorse for Christmas

and you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, a-ha-ha-ha.

They say that when you get married

it'll be to a millionaire

but they don't realize where you came from

and I wonder if they really care, or give a damn.

But where do you go to my lovely

when you're alone in your bed

Tell me the thoughts that surround you

I wan to look inside your head, yes I do.

I remember the back streets of Naples

two children begging in rags

both touched with a burning ambition

to shake off their lowly born tags, they tried.

So look into my face, Marie Claire

and remember just who you are

then go and forget me forever

but I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do.

I know where you go to my lovely

when you're alone in your bed

I know the thoughts that surround you

'cause I can look inside your head.

--Peter Sarstedt

@1 year ago

@1 year ago with 1 note

C´était un rendez-vous - Claude Lelouch

Una historia de amor con mucha adrenalina.

@1 year ago