I Love You Uncle Larry

When we were little my brother insisted that our Uncle Larry looked like Desi Arnaz.
Uncle loved that comparison. He really was that handsome and he certainly had that same charisma as Desi.
My Uncle also told me that one day I would be Miss America and then he taught me to box.
As a side note, I never did reign as Miss America, but I could throw a punch that was wicked good.
I will miss you Uncle and I’d say rest in peace but I think you’d rather be having fun.
Your loving niece,
Anita Marie
Lorenzo Guzman
April 10, 1936
September 5, 2021

Alligator Music

Inspired by today’s Song Lyric Sunday Challenge, I researched elevator music to find out which songs were the most used and dare I say popular and I can’t say I was surprised with the results.

As a side note, elevator music went from being space fillers, time killers to a joke and are now even viewed as being macabre. Interesting.

To get back on track it turns out that The Girl From Ipanema turns up on various lists as a go to song in the Elevator Music  World ( the instrumental version of course ).

It’s also my Mom’s favorite song and when I became a musician, it was the first song my Mom asked me to play.

You’re probably wondering why I gave this post the title ” Alligator Music. My Granddaughter, who just turned three pronounces ‘elevator’ as ” alligator ” which I think is cute and at the end of this post  I have a clip of her about to face ‘ the alligator’

I hope you enjoy today’s song.

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Olha que coisa mais linda
Mais cheia de graça
É ela menina
Que vem e que passa
Num doce balanço, a caminho do mar

Moça do corpo dourado
Do sol de Ipanema
O seu balançado é mais que um poema
É a coisa mais linda que eu já vi passar

Ah, porque estou tão sozinho
Ah, porque tudo é tão triste
Ah, a beleza que existe
A beleza que não é só minha
Que também passa sozinha

Ah se ela soubesse
Que quando ela passa
O mundo sorrindo
Se enche de graça
E fica mais lindo
Por causa de amor

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes, “Ah”

When she walks, she’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently
That when she passes
Each one she passes goes, “Ah”

Oh, but he watches her so sadly
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, he would give his heart gladly
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at he

Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles
But she doesn’t see

Oh, but he sees her so sadly
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, he would give his heart gladly
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at him

Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles
But she doesn’t see

She just doesn’t see
No, she doesn’t see
But she doesn’t see
She doesn’t see
No, she doesn’t see

Songwriters: N. Gimbel, V. De Moreas, A.c. Jobim
Jemma and the Alligator

A Discouraging Word

RDP Friday Prompt: Mob

Photo by Andrew Beatson on Pexels.com

 

Baskets of warm cookies sitting on the kitchen table

and happy children playing  at my feet

while golden rays of Sunshine are streaming through all of my  windows

and birds singing under happy clouds floating above happy trees

because that’s what comes to mind when I hear the word

” Mob “

 

For Real?

No. Really. No.

When I hear the word mob I think of

angry twisted mouths

spewing hateful words, and spittle woven together with the phrase

” MAGA MAGA MAGA “

 

Mobs are the Psychopomps

sharing one face, one voice, one brain

looking for souls- any soul to take with them

into the abyss.

 

Mob.