Maurice Bourgue / Saint-Saëns : Oboe Sonata in D major (Pf.Ichiro Nodaira)

THURSDAY DOORS

Casa Comalat, Barcelona, Spain.

Casa Comalat is a modernist building located at number 442 on Avinguda Diagonal and with a rear façade at number 316 on Calle Córcega in Barcelona , ​​being a project from 1906 carried out in 1911 by the architect Salvador Valeri i Pupurull (1873- 1954).

 

ornate

over the top

no understatement here

dizzying curves 

dazzling

inspired

by sangria afternoons

 

 

a jack daniel's afternoon

can make a mural

look real

poor guys can't fathom

why they are unable

to get on the train 

sampling all the beers

at lunch

maybe a contributing

factor

CINQUAIN

CINQUAIN

its spring

furs packed away

bring out the summer frocks

time for the wide brim panama

straw hats

 

Challenge no 2 ....TANKA TUESDAY

CINQUAINS .....

Liguria Italy

 

 hello
i don't live here
i am just a figment
of your strange imagination
really

cool jazz
on a front door
quite a novel idea
entree sans frappe si tu veux
c;est ca

 

GREAT AUNT EUGENIE HENRIETTE

 For Aunty Nin

a tiny bundle of energy
in a big floral apron
butters fresh crusty bread
pours strawberry milk
(a special order from the milk man)
for her niece who is staying over
great aunt's excitement is contagious
her little canary chirps con giusto
while she unwraps a new jigsaw puzzle
miss you darling

St Benedicts

 

St Benedict's Catholic Church, on Broadway, Chippendale, Sydney in 1926.
 
 
A Brief History of the Parish
 
St Benedict’s parish has played a central role in Sydney’s history. In September 1835, John Bede Polding, a Benedictine monk (who would become Australia’s first Archbishop) sought a central location for a new church. He secured a site in late 1838 on the corner of what was then Botany Bay Road and Parramatta Street.
A Franciscan, Fr Bonaventure Goeghegan, was appointed as the first parish priest. He and his successors ministered to a steadily growing population of convicts, emancipists and free settlers. They lived in small terrace houses and worked in nearby factories and on the wharves. In 1840, Bishop Polding travelled to England and, inspired by the architecture of Augustus Pugin, envisaged a similar design for St Benedict’s. Dr Polding laid the foundation stone of the present day church on 21 July 1845 in the presence of 3000 people. William Morris erected the church to Pugin’s design and it was completed in 1852.
During the middle decades of the 19th century, the parish expanded with a surge of migrants fleeing famine-ravaged Ireland. In 1880, the Good Samaritan Sisters took over the girls’ school. By 1883, the whole of St Benedict’s school had the largest enrolment in the Archdiocese, with the Marist Brothers having come to conduct a school for boys.
The parish continued to grow in the first decades of the 20th century, with second and third generation parish families. By 1924, the parochial district of ‘George Street West’ was the second largest in the Archdiocese, after St Mary’s Cathedral. In 1926, a new St Benedict’s Hall was opened. It would be used for many balls and concerts.
By 1939, Parramatta Road was becoming a major gateway to the city and required widening. In a cooperative spirit, it was agreed that part of the parish’s land be resumed. The church was subsequently reconfigured to its present design. In the 1970s the parish population fell as families moved to the outer suburbs. Fr Terence Purcell was appointed as parish priest in 1974 and in 1976 the parish celebrated the 125th anniversary of the consecration of St Benedict’s bells, the oldest set of bells on the mainland.
In recent years, the population of the area has risen again with the general revival of inner-city living. In 2005, the parish church and buildings were restored by the University of Notre Dame Australia. St Benedict’s continues its central role in the life of Sydney, serving both the parish and the university community.
(Credit The State Library of NSW and St Benedict's Catholic Church).


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Que reste-ils nos des amours

Que reste-t-il de nos amours
Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours
Une photo, vieille photo
De ma jeunesse

Que reste-t-il des billets doux
Des mois d'avril, des rendez-vous
Un souvenir qui me poursuit
Sans cesse Bonheur fané,
cheveux au vent Baisers volés, rêves mouvants

Que reste-t-il de tout cela
Dites-le-moi Un petit village,
un vieux clocher Un paysage si bien caché
Et dans un nuage le cher visage
De mon passé Les mots les mots tendres qu'on murmure
Les caresses les plus pures
Les serments au fond des bois
Les fleurs qu'on retrouve dans un livre
Dont le parfum vous enivre Se sont envolés pourquoi?

Que reste-t-il de nos amours
Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours
Une photo, vieille photo De ma jeunesse
Que reste-t-il des billets doux
Des mois d'avril, des rendez-vous
Un souvenir qui me poursuit
Sans cesse Bonheur fané, cheveux au vent
Baisers volés, rêves mouvants

Que reste-t-il de tout cela
Dites-le-moi Un petit village,
un vieux clocher Un paysage si bien caché
Et dans un nuage le cher visage
De mon passé De mon passé

Written by: Charles Louis Trenet