seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from Argentina
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Argentina
seen from United States
- Does your heart still beat at only my name? Do you still see my soul in dreams? - No.
- Ah! Those beautiful days of undescribable happiness Where we joined our lips! - It's possible.
- How blue, was the sky; and grand the hope! - The hope has fled, vanquished, towards the black sky.
Paul Verlaine - excerpt from Colloque Sentimental / Sentimental Dialogue
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
I love you more than life itself, but what’s most painful is most peaceful and I must be punished
Frank O’Hara, Colloque Sentimental
In the ancient frozen solitary park Two figures passed anon--now mark! Their eyes are dead, their lips are soft and grey; One scarce can hear the words they say. In the ancient frozen solitary park Two ghosts evoke the past--oh hark! "Dost thou remember our old ecstasy?" "Why do you wish to remind me?" "Does thy heart beat still at my name, and glow? "Seest thou my soul in dreams, dear?" "No." "Ah! the fair days of joyaunce and of greed "When our mouths kissed, ah kissed!" "Maybe!" "How blue the sky was, as our hope was clear!" "Hope has gone down to Hell's nadir." So in the foolish alleys they conferred, And only midnight overheard.
Dans le vieux parc solitaire et glacé, Deux spectres ont évoqué le passé.
Paul Verlaine (FĂŞtes galantes - Colloque Sentimental)
Colloque sentimental (Paul Verlaine - musique de LĂ©o FerrĂ©) d’abord par Roberto Cipelli, Paolo Fresu, Philippe Garcia, Gianmaria Testa & Attilio Zanchi dans leur superbe disque “F. Ă LĂ©o” et ensuite par LĂ©o FerrĂ©, dans son disque “On est pas sĂ©rieux quand on a 17 ans” (1987)Â
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Louis Marcoussis (1883-1941), 'Colloque Sentimental', from ''Le Rire'', Aug. 18, 1908 Source “In the deserted park, silent and vast, Erewhile two shadowy glimmering figures passed. Their lips were colorless, and dead their eyes; Their words were scarce more audible than sighs. In the deserted park, silent and vast, Two spectres conjured up the buried past. 'Our ancient ecstasy, do you recall?'' Why, pray, should I remember it at all?' 'Does still your heart at mention of me glow? Do still you see my soul in slumber?' 'No!' 'Ah, blessed, blissful days when our lips met! You loved me so!' 'Quite likely,--I forget.' 'How sweet was hope, the sky how blue and fair!' 'The sky grew black, the hope became despair.' Thus walked they 'mid the frozen weeds, these dead, And Night alone o'erheard the things they said. - Paul Verlaine (1844-1896), published in 1869
Léo Ferré - Colloque sentimental (Paul Verlaine - Léo Ferré) - On est pas sérieux quand on a 17 ans (1987)
Dans le vieux parc solitaire et glacé Deux formes ont tout à l’heure passé. Leurs yeux sont morts et leurs lèvres sont molles, Et l’on entend à peine leurs paroles. Dans le vieux parc solitaire et glacé Deux spectres ont évoqué le passé. — Te souvient-il de notre extase ancienne ? — Pourquoi voulez-vous donc qu’il m’en souvienne ? — Ton cœur bat-il toujours à mon seul nom ? Toujours vois-tu mon âme en rêve ? — Non. — Ah ! les beaux jours de bonheur indicible Où nous joignions nos bouches ! — C’est possible. Qu’il était bleu, le ciel, et grand l’espoir ! L’espoir a fui, vaincu, vers le ciel noir. Tels ils marchaient dans les avoines folles, Et la nuit seule entendit leurs paroles.
Paul Verlaine, "Colloque sentimental", FĂŞtes galantes (1869)
