Yves Montand, Les Feuilles Mortes (Autumn Leaves). A voice with no need of orchestra...
There are so many autumn leaves blowing on the wind in the films of Sirk too...
Music: Joseph Kosma
Lyrics: Jacques Prévert
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walking
- walking
- What is it that makes it so hard sometimes to determine whither we will walk? I believe that there is a subtle magnetism in Nature, which, if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright. It is not indifferent to us which way we walk. There is a right way; but we are very liable from heedlessness and stupidity to take the wrong one. We would fain take that walk, never yet taken by us through this actual world, which is perfectly symbolical of the path which we love to travel in the interior and ideal world; and sometimes, no doubt, we find it difficult to choose our direction, because it does not yet exist distinctly in our idea. H. D. Thoreau
autumn time
just relax
All That Heaven Allows
Magnificent Obsession
passing visitors
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