
We’re on our way to Vienna (with a brief stopover in Paris). It’s been raining in Santa Tourista and we’ll have no relief in Vienna I’m afraid. But we will be in the land of Sacher Torte, and apple strudel, and oom pah pah.
Some of the Klimt paintings that Grams and Marian were looking forward o seeing have left Vienna this month to go live in the U.S.(there’s a certain irony there). Ah, but chocolate and Viennese coffee to wash it down. Oh yeah, I’m excited.
Please give what you can to Médecins sans Frontières (Doctors without Borders).
And, of course
(hewa ni hataraki: work for peace)
*VIENNA, CITY OF MY DREAMS
Heaven, Vienna mine
I'm in the spell of your charms divine
Dressed like a queen, with life so gay
You are the love of my heart today
Heaven, Vienna mine
Laughter and music and stars that shine
Wonderful city where I belong
To you I sing my song
My heart seems to beat with rapture so sweet
I walk through the town in a trance
A lady so fair, beyond all compare
Has filled me with joy and romance
Her moods and her wiles, her frowns and her smiles
Keep changing so quickly each day
No wonder I dream, her beauty supreme
Enslaves me and I must obey
And though she has countless lovers like me
I have no wish to be set free
Heaven, Vienna mine
I'm in the spell of your charms divine
Dressed like a queen, with life so gay
You are the love of my heart today
Heaven, Vienna mine
Laughter and music and stars that shine
Wonderful city where I belong
Of her I sing my song
-Rudolf Sieczynski






Have a wonderful time!!! And enjoy a Sacher Torte for me.
Rédigé par: Lynn | mercredi, 29 mars 2006 à 08:38