Like coming home really.

Lovely, Mr Gamble.

Thanks, mate.

what can you do...

lovely words

Thanks, mate.
( How long can I keep this up, do you think ? )

Thank you for this winsome reminder of something I fell in love with too; something that also inspired me to clap and drink. But not while eating. That would be too dangerous. Because I can barely get my fork to my mouth when I'm concentrating on it let alone while clapping and drinking.
This lovely post reminded me of ziti. Specificially, Sbarro's Baked Ziti. Readily available in many shopping mall food courts and also turnpike rest stops. Or your own kitchen. In fact, I think I'll make it Friday night!!! !! !!!

:) :) :) :) (Those emoticons represent the happy faces of my loved ones who will love my baked ziti. They could be your loved ones too, if you make it!)

http://www.food.com/recipe/copycat-sbarro-baked-ziti-217908

Note to cooks: I prefer my own sauce. With meat. But good heavens, DO NOT be ashamed to use a bottled sauce!!! (Although it means you're lazy and don't love your family as much as I love mine. And your emoticons will reflect that.)

Alternatively, you could also just get carry out from the nearest Sbarro's and prove what utter disregard you have for your family.

Thanks, mate.
... ziti looks an awful lot like pasta with three kinds of cheese. & sauce ...
You add meat, I read. We call this lasagna, down here.
Still, 10 points for cooking. What's a 'turnpike' ? Does it hurt when you sit on it ?

I use bottled sauce and my two kinds of cheese come in the same plastic jar and I don't bake it, but Puff doesn't eat pasta so it's okay.

That video was AWESOME!!! The images drew me in to a world I'd love to live in and the tune was the perfect backdrop. My day has started well.

Thanks, mate.
:-)

I love how you can see through her in the drawing. And that big cave print of a right hand. You can tell she was someone mysterious, from a long time ago.

Sure enjoyed the music..
And the words Kim..
Sometimes I have no idea what to say....
Except the sun is getting higher and I got a bicycle to get on and petal in a few....
Have a nice evening matey....

Ahhh...the mystery. In the picture and the words. Both lovely.

She boon she boom Chips chips and 5 stars.
Great sketch Kim.

I'm in love with anyone who can dance while playing the accordion.

The drawing has a lyrical quality, to match the music and the feeling of new love, it encapsulates much here Kim.

Who can resist a woman with a Squeezebox?

It's wonderful ~ what can you do?

greenheron,
thanks, mate.
Before I scanned this I wondered if I should clean up the hand ; make it finer ... I thought : why didn't I do this on better paper ? I thought lots of things, & let them go ...

Mission,
thanks, mate.

jlsathre,
thanks, mate. Mysterious soul, Zita. Wish I could speak Czech.

tgwithin, thanks mate, she boom, she stars, she cry ✩✩✩✩✩.

thanks, mate.
I'm still half in love with the whole arrangement too.

Rita,
thanks, mate.
I tried to get the sway, & the odd extravagant gesture. It was done on the paper they put down on the table. All but her profile & shoulders I made up, later, I think. It was a long time ago.

Maa-aate !
Thanks, mate, not me.

c&v, thanks, mate.
wunnerful, watch you gonna do, eh ?

Gorgeous!! Love this...

That was wonderful, Kim, and I love the video. Did you do the drawing?

My bad, I read further down and see that you did the drawing. What a talent you are!

Thanks, Brazen Princess.

Hi Erica,
Ta. Long time ago ...

Passion. We all come far, in our own ways, don't you think?

I was trying to think of a quickie comment to go with the "thanks, mate" responses...until I came to Margaret's comment and now I don't know what the hell to say, other than that your verse seems fresh and light, with a hint of foreboding that's implied only in my imagination where Zita and her dad become al Queda operatives whom you persuade to see the human condition in a gentler, insouciant light. But now I'm starting to lose that train of thought, too. Dammit, Margaret... Sorry, mate.

I love yor cave drawings, and the poetry murmurs along beside and behind, darting in and out, but that image lingers on.

Pilgrim no doubt, we all do.
Refugees always seem to come the furthest. I can't begin to imagine, though music helps.

Chicken Maaan,
Thanks, mate ;-)

Thanks dianaani.
There was music in that one too, I remember ~ the Old Man chanting.

So lovely, Kim, to see Zita here. I feel as though a friend has come home. I saw this just after you posted it ... but could find no words to share what I felt ... when I saw her. Even now ... so much holds me ...
That alone, perhaps, says enough ... such a power ... here. I keep coming to look ... to take her in ... to follow the journey ... journeys ... holding and moving through ... time.

I love the way ... ways ... you have captured her essence here ... part, at least, of her essence ... for part is only hers ... especially as I read your words.

“I never saw her smile.” “I never would have known ... how far they had come, just to play.” Oh the moments, thoughts ... that somehow never leave ...

How long after you first drew this sketch of her ... of what she brought to you ... she reaches out ... as she plays on ... whatever her music ... brought to her ... so much still ... in the moment ... here and ... not quite ... here ...

She seems to be ... there with you ... but equally ... deeply ... deeply ... within herself ... perhaps the innermost place from which ... pure music ... pure art ... pure love ... come ...

We hear her play and feel her dance ... and as her hand, I think, suggests ... are held ... as she ... is held ... as she holds ... for the moment caught here ... the passion ... of all ... she feels ... perhaps ... of all ... she is ...

Caught on paper ... simply there ... in the moment ... of the taking ... in the moment ... of the ... gift ...

Sometimes love comes on a moment ... yet holds ... in its way ... all life long ...

"...we clapped and ate & drank while their lives unfolded every night, for our entertainment." "I never saw her smile." Such a beautiful observation of life in your words, Mr. Gamble...

anna1liese,
welcoming her back ; welcoming her home, thank you.

Sassy hi.
Thank you.

Reminds me a little of the movie about Edith Piaf-- La vie en rose.... Love the drawing by the way and always liked the song you have chosen!

Thanks Anne.

when did you add this music.. love it, thank you for exposing me to it..
tomorrow sunrise will play this again.

Hi Rita,
It was there at the beginning, I think. Maybe I had trouble embedding it. Enjoy sunrise ~ chips chips boom boom 'ts wunnerful, wunnerful ...

Sunrise is a perfect time to think it's wunnerful, isn't it?

Loving me a sunrise, my friend.