Dorothy Parker scriveva che nulla rasserena il cuore di una donna come una gonna di raso*... a me l'autunno scalda il cuore come niente altro...
Dorothy Parker wrote that nothing can ease a heart like a satin gown...
for me the autumn is the best heart easing...
Dorothy Parker wrote that nothing can ease a heart like a satin gown...
for me the autumn is the best heart easing...
l'aria diventa tersa, nel cielo si addensano nuvoloni grigi, e nelle mattine di sole gli alberi si infiammano di rossi e gialli;
i profumi diventano piu' discreti muschiati, i rumori soffici,
atmosphere gets terse, big grey clouds make sky thiker, and a sprinkle of sun ignite of yellow and red each tree;
perfume gets subdued, noises turn softer;
i profumi diventano piu' discreti muschiati, i rumori soffici,
atmosphere gets terse, big grey clouds make sky thiker, and a sprinkle of sun ignite of yellow and red each tree;
perfume gets subdued, noises turn softer;
ora si torna ai lavori dentro casa con questa luce così romantica e discreta.
it is time to back home with such a romantic light.
it is time to back home with such a romantic light.
é già Lunedì, vi auguro un ottimo inizio di settimana con la voce di Billie Holiday
it is already Monday, I wish you a very good start of the week with Billie Holiday voice
it is already Monday, I wish you a very good start of the week with Billie Holiday voice
per me la sua voce è la colonna sonora dell'autunno....
her velvet voice is a perfect autumn soundtrack for me....
her velvet voice is a perfect autumn soundtrack for me....
xxx
Isabella
*The satin dress by Dorothy Parker
Needle, needle, dip and dart,
Thrusting up and down,
Where's the man could ease a heart
Like a satin gown?
See the stitches curve and crawl
Round the cunning seams-
Patterns thin and sweet and small
As a lady's dreams.
Wantons go in bright brocade;
Brides in organdie;
Gingham's for the plighted maid;
Satin's for the free!
Wool's to line a miser's chest;
Crepe's to calm the old;
Velvet hides an empty breast
Satin's for the bold!
Lawn is for a bishop's yoke;
Linen's for a nun;
Satin is for wiser folk-
Would the dress were done!
Satin glows in candlelight-
Satin's for the proud!
They will say who watch at night,
"What a fine shroud!"
Thrusting up and down,
Where's the man could ease a heart
Like a satin gown?
See the stitches curve and crawl
Round the cunning seams-
Patterns thin and sweet and small
As a lady's dreams.
Wantons go in bright brocade;
Brides in organdie;
Gingham's for the plighted maid;
Satin's for the free!
Wool's to line a miser's chest;
Crepe's to calm the old;
Velvet hides an empty breast
Satin's for the bold!
Lawn is for a bishop's yoke;
Linen's for a nun;
Satin is for wiser folk-
Would the dress were done!
Satin glows in candlelight-
Satin's for the proud!
They will say who watch at night,
"What a fine shroud!"
