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Here I am again! Goodbye. 

The love of my life! (seventh public post)

Awesome Beans (Sixth Public Post)


Saturday June 27th
2:00 pm
The New Los Angeles Theatre Company
514 Spring Street
Los Angeles, CA, 90037

6 years in the saddle, I've finally taken the reins.
Sing in the shower
Treat everyone I meet like I want to be treated
Watch a sunrise at least once a month
Never refuse homemade brownies
Strive for excellence, not perfection
Plant a tree on my birthday
Learn three clean jokes
Compliment three people every day
Never waste an opportunity to tell someone I love them
Leave everything a little better than I found it
Keep it simple
Think big thoughts but relish in small pleasures
Become the most enthusiastic and positive person I know
Floss my teeth
Be forgiving of myself and others
Say thank you a lot
Say please a lot
Avoid negative people
Remember other people's birthdays
Commit myself to constant improvement
Have a firm handshake
Send lots of Valentines cards and sign them "Someone who thinks you're amazing"
Look people in the eye
Be the first to say "Hello"
Return all things I borrow
Make new friends but cherish old ones
Keep secrets
Plant flowers every spring
Have a dog
Always accept an outstretched hand
Take responsibility for every aspect of my life
Wave at kids on school buses
Be there when people need me
Feed a strangers expired parking meter
Don't expect life to be fair
Never, under any circumstances, underestimate the power of love
Drink champagne for no reason at all
Live my life as an exclamation, not an explaination
Don't be afraid to say "I made a mistake"
Don't be afraid to say "I don't know"
Compliment even small improvements
Keep my promises (no matter what)
Marry only for love
Rekindle old friendships
Count my blessings

The Inventory of Goodbye

I have a pack of letters,
I have a pack of memories.
I could cut out the eyes of both.
I could wear them like a patchwork apron.
I could stick them in the washer, the drier,
and maybe some of the pain would float off like dirt?
Perhaps down the disposal I could grind up the loss.
Besides -- what a bargain -- no expensive phone calls.
No lengthy trips on planes in the fog.
No manicky laughter or blessing from an odd-lot priest.
That priest is probably still floating on a fog pillow.
Blessing us. Blessing us.

Am I to bless the lost you,
sitting here with my clumsy soul?
Propaganda time is over.
I sit here on the spike of truth.
No one to hate except the slim fish of memory
that slides in and out of my brain.
No one to hate except the acute feel of my nightgown
brushing my body like a light that has gone out.
It recalls the kiss we invented, tongues like poems,
meeting, returning, inviting, causing a fever of need.
Laughter, maps, cassettes, touch singing its path -
all to be broken and laid away in a tight strongbox.
The monotonous dead clog me up and there is only
black done in black that oozes from the strongbox.
I must disembowel it and then set the heart, the legs,
of two who were one upon a large woodpile
and ignite, as I was once ignited, and let it whirl
into flame, reaching the sky
making it dangerous with its red.
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,
Qu'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 m' fait quelque chose.
Il est entré dans mon coeur,
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 coeur qui bat.

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

-Edith Piaf