Saturday afternoon Aznavour: Quien

It's that time again, time for the master of romantic ballads:

Quien?
Cuando ya no aliente
silenciosamente, llegara hasta ti
y como el olvido
ya te habra vencido
le diras querido
al igual que a mi

Quien?
Borrara mi huellas
y encendiendo estrellas en la oscuridad
abrira balcones
rompera crespones
y pondra canciones en tu soledad

Quien sera mi relevo
Quien te va a convencer
Quien volvera de nuevo
a reinar en tu ser

Quien,
cuando yo me ausente
va a cruzar el puente
que manda a cerrar
y pondra colores
en tus sinsabores
y te hara olvidar
pronto mi pesar

yo tengo el doble de tu edad
mas no me importa sucumbir
al ver de cara a la verdad del porvenir
no vistas luto por mi amor
pues no me gusta ser cruel
y se q nunca ese color le fue a tu piel

Quien
cuando yo me vaya
llegara a tu playa
un anochecer
y pondra su empeño
en velarte el sueño
y lo haras tu dueno casi sin querer

Quien
besara tu pelo
y en tu negro duelo te pondra un clavel
y ya diferente te vera la gente
nueva y sonriente
como un cascabel

Quien
viene a suplicarme
quien dime dulce bien
quien trata de borrarme
quien amor en tu sien

Quien
por sustituirme
y por destruirme
sin contemplacion
rompera en pedazos
todos nuestros lazos
y sin compasion
mi pobre corazon
Yes, I know, this video truncated the song, but this version is much sexier than this one, which has the complete lyrics)

Late afternoon blogging: One for Obi's Sister

Obi's Sister and I were discussing Venice just now, so here's a late afternoon You Tube for her,

Here are the lyrics in English

Eteins La Lumiere

Well, it's starting to look like Charles Aznavour week here at Fausta's blog.

Fresh off the Pajamas Media feed:

"The Eiffel Tower's lights will be turned off for five minutes on Thursday as part of a campaign to save energy and draw attention to the plight of the planet."

Apparently

The campaign called "Five Minutes of Respite for the Planet" is being held as world experts meet in Paris to thrash out a report on global warming.

Which will give you plenty of time to listen to one of my favorite Aznavour songs, Éteins La Lumière, Let's turn off the lights (you can hear him sing the song in Spanish with a so-sexy French accent here), which translated means,

Let's turn off the lights!
In the darkness my hands which hold you
Want to feel your face, your eyelids, your lips and your neck.
Let's turn off the lights,
the night is ours.

As Gomez used to say, "TISH. That's French."

Update, Wednesday 31 January Lileks sheds a most unromantic light on the lights-out:

Let us all be inspired by the darkness. It seems to be part of a general French effort spearheaded by some toothless meth-freak

To see the meth-freak you'll have to go to his post.
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Currently I have my encoding setting at Universal (Unicode UTF-8). Unfortunately, after I switched to my own domain the Blogger platform doesn't seem to want to accept foreign punctuation marks.
Does anyone know what I should do to remedy this?

Late afternoon blogging: romance

Today I received my new triple-CD Aznavour collection (all French) and I've been enjoying it all day:

I'm in heaven.

Here's a video to one of the most romantic songs ever:

Que c'est triste Venise
Au temps des amours mortes
Que c'est triste Venise
Quand on ne s'aime plus

On cherche encore des mots
Mais l'ennui les emporte
On voudrait bien pleurer
Mais on ne le peut plus

Que c'est triste Venise
Lorsque les barcarolles
Ne viennent souligner
Que des silences creux

Et que le coeur se serre
En voyant les gondoles
Abriter le bonheur
Des couples amoureux

Que c'est triste Venise
Au temps des amours mortes
Que c'est triste Venise
Quand on ne s'aime plus

Les musées, les églises
Ouvrent en vain leurs portes
Inutile beauté
Devant nos yeux déçus

Que c'est triste Venise
Le soir sur la lagune
Quand on cherche une main
Que l'on ne vous tend pas

Et que l'on ironise
Devant le clair de lune
Pour tenter d'oublier
Ce qu'on ne se dit pas

Adieu tout les pigeons
Qui nous en fait escortent
Adieu Pont des Soupir
Adieu rêves perdus

C'est trop triste Venise
Au temps des amours mortes
C'est trop triste Venise
Quand on ne s'aime plusTranslation here

I want Beckham's agent

Now, I don't know a thing about sports. And I certainly don't know anything at all about football or soccer. So I'm completely amazed that a guy who wasn't scoring in his last team has just signed a contract for a quarter of a billion bucks. What's even more amazing is that the guy is referred to as a sex symbol. I kid you not. The TV anchors say, "the superstar and sex symbol" - I just heard one right now.

A sex symbol? He spends more on manicures than I - and I go for a manicure every week!

So it seems to me that the lesson in this is, have a really really good agent.

This weekend, however, my mind is focused on one thing and one thing only - you guessed it. I was visiting Obi's Sister who's anticipating Jack Bauer's return, and, as she puts it,

Even the obscene amount of money offered to pseudo-royal Beckham cannot tarnish my anticipation. After all, if Jack really wanted Beck's money, all he'd have to do is show up and take it. Like candy from a baby. And he wouldn't even need a hacksaw.

And I bet Sir Becks doesn't even own a pair of Jack Bauer pajamas

Did she say, Sir Becks? He was knighted?

Get me that agent - I want to be a Dame!

Here's a quick 24 round-up:
24 facts about '24'

James Cromwell will appear on season six as Jack Bauer's father. Sorry, Donald. Guess you weren't believable enough to play Jack's dad.

James Cromwell?
24 forum
Stephen King says, '24': So Good It's Scary
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NY Times delivery update:
For the first time since I started assertively asking (i.e., stopped paying) the NYT to discontinue weekend delivery, the paper was not on the driveway this morning. Did they finally stop? The real test comes tomorrow. One time they didn't deliver early on Saturday but they delivered it later. If it's not on the driveay by then, it must mean they stopped.
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Via Pamela, not a sex symbol but a very sexy performer: Charles Aznavour. Some day I'll post about the time I saw him on stage, but for now, hear him sing She

What a fabulous guy.