~ As translated for A Treasury of Grand Opera (1945)Gypsy love is a roving rapture
A wanton bird that nine can tame
Not a bird for a fool to capture
He plays a most elusive game
Some may woo him with threats and curses
And some prefer a soother plan
Some may woo him with rhymes and verses
Give me a strong and silent man.
L'amour! L'amour! L'amour! L'amour!
O Love is like a Gypsy boy
He never would and never will play fair
So if you turn from me I'll love you,
And if I love you, then BEWARE!
There is an ancient Sufi parable about coffee: "He who tastes, knows; he who tastes not, knows not."
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
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