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Sacha Guitry once said, "You can pretend to be serious, but you can't pretend to be witty." Oh yes, I'm the great pretender.
(pilot episode: 20 January 2004)

Monday, August 03, 2009

Of Goodbyes

Saying goodbye has never been easy, even for me. That’s why I’ve made it a point to learn how to let go. It’s not easy, but it’s very liberating. Especially when I realized that letting go is not about putting me first, but putting the other person first.

For loves lost, or never were:

“Your heart is not open, so I must go
The spell has been broken—I loved you so….
There's nothing left to lose
There's no more heart to bruise
There's no greater power than the power of good-bye.”

For Tita Cory:

“Mio sole tu sei qui con me,
con me, con me, con me.”
(“My sun, you are here with me
with me, with me, with me.”)

For a bittersweet ending:

“Don't run off in the pouring rain.
Don't call me as they call your plane.
Take the hurt out of all the pain.
Take me to a park that's covered with trees,
Tell me on a Sunday, please.”

For an extra-bitter bite:

“Don't you love farce? My fault I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want—sorry, my dear.
But where are the clowns? Quick, send in the clowns!
Don't bother, they're here.”

(*Thanks to Daniel Palma Tayoma’s post for reminding me of the last two songs.)

1 comment:

the barefoot baklesa said...

ah yes, Andrew Lloyd Webber's 'Tell Me On A Sunday' haunts my trips to sentimental lane....

then of course, Dame Judi Dench's performance in Hey Mr. Producer of that song from A Little Night Music is just divine...