La vie en rose

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens,
Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche—
Voilà le portrait sans retouche
De l’homme auquel j’appartiens.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras,
Il me parle tout bas,
Je vois la vie en rose.
Il me dit des mots d’amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ça me fait quelque chose.
Il est entré dans mon cœur,
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause.
C’est lui pour moi,
Moi pour lui dans la vie,
Il me l’a dit, l’a juré pour la vie.
Et dès que je l’aperçois,
Alors je sens en moi
Mon cœur qui bat.

Des nuits d’amour à plus finir,
Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place,
Les ennuis, les chagrins s’effacent,
Heureux, heureux à en mourir.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras,
Il me parle tout bas,
Je vois la vie en rose.
Il me dit des mots d’amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ça me fait quelque chose.
Il est entré dans mon cœur,
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause.
C’est lui pour moi,
Moi pour lui dans la vie,
Il me l’a dit, l’a juré pour la vie.
Et dès que je l’aperçois,
Alors je sens en moi
Mon cœur qui bat.

English translation

Eyes that gaze into mine,
A smile that is lost on his lips—
That is the unretouched portrait
Of the man to whom I belong.

When he takes me in his arms
And speaks softly to me,
I see life in rosy hues.
He tells me words of love,
Words of every day,
And in them I become something.
He has entered my heart,
A part of happiness
Whereof I understand the reason.
It’s he for me and I for him, throughout life,
He has told me, he has sworn to me, for life.
And from the things that I sense,
Now I can feel within me
My heart that beats.

In endless nights of love,
A great delight that comes about,
The pains and bothers are banished,
Happy, happy to die of love.

When he takes me in his arms
And speaks softly to me,
I see life in rosy hues.
He tells me words of love,
Words of every day,
And in them I become something.
He has entered my heart,
A part of happiness
Whereof I understand the reason.
It’s he for me and I for him, throughout life,
He has told me, he has sworn to me, for life.
And from the things that I sense,
Now I can feel within me
My heart that beats.

Translated by Thomas Keyes

Home is where my heart resides

Thank you my dear Sue for giving me a home. I love you.

Random thought

Suebee honey

'Deed I do

You are always on my mind

Salisbury Cove

We stayed in a cabin near Bar Harbor for two nights. We arrived just before sunset and I braved the mosquitoes to take a few shots across the bay. I got over 10 stings but gladly a few nice shots. They were taken by my 50 years-old Rolleiflex on expired Kodak Portra 160VC.

Jason Mraz in Boston

We picked the good one of the two nights for Jason Mraz's show. The other night had a worse weather. I had been here before for Diana Krall's show. I like the venue in that is half outdoor.

It came as a great surprise when he and his drummer appeared on a small stage in the middle of the cheaper seating area after a few songs on the main stage. That put us only ~50 feet from him and everyone was standing on their chairs to get a better look. We had a great time.

Bar Harbor and Acadia

We went on to Bar Harbor and Acadia. Acadia is no comparison to Yosemite, but with Sue along, everything gets better. We strolled by the coast, amazed by how many people amazed by the Thunder Hole, picked wild blueberries, Cadillac Mountain (only ~1300 feet tall), the huge motel room, the little cabin, popovers at Jordon Pond, the hidden restaurant by the bay, the whale watch cruise, the little sailboat and the lobster traps. I love you Sue.

Best of this summer

It started at NYC. I picked Sue up at JFK and spent a day at NYC. We only planned to go to the ship graveyard at Staten Island and the Guggenheim Museum.

The ship graveyard is now not letting people take photos since someone fell and got hurt. Sue managed to snatch a few before the guy who worked there discovered us and escorted us out.

The ship graveyard of Staten Island, NY

The Guggenheim Museum is having a special exhibit of Frank Lloyd Wright's work for their 50th anniversary. FLW is the architect who designed the museum among other great buildings. The exhibit and the museum itself are impressive, and it made me think about an alternate universe where I got into an architecture school and became an architect. The regular exhibit of this Guggenheim is simply dwarfed by the neighboring MoMA and the Met.

The glass dome of Guggenheim Museum NYC on a redscale Fujifilm Superia 400 film

Between the ship graveyard and Guggenheim we walked the Central Park a little on our way from the subway to the museum. The cloud was gathering and as Ansel Adams had said the sky is most interesting before a thunderstorm. Unfortunately we were caught by the storm when we came out of the Museum.

Central Park West as seen across the reservoir on a redscale Fujifilm Superia 400 film

Happy birthday my dear Sue!