CRYING ALWAYS IN MY VOICE – The Vampire's Wife

CRYING ALWAYS IN MY VOICE Here is a song sent by an Iranian friend to my husband. A beautiful sad song by Iranian pop singer, Ebi. Love Susie x

My beautiful dear friend,
Hi, how are you? Hope things goes well with you.
I just wanted to say hello and sent you another song that I like so much..
I translated most of its lyrics, I know my English is awful, but I really tried to be like original lyrics.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecs9WVNWNxU

Here it is:

Tapesh

Between all these strange people

You're the only one I know

And you knew all my bitter words

Before I said them.

I'm full of new words that I love to say

But you're a stranger to my pains, although you're thirsty to hear them

Cracking noise, like crying is always in my voice,

Bitterness of sobbing and crying, tastes like all my bitter laughing

The warmness of your caressing hand

Salves all my old wounds.

With all my heart

Arash

IN PRAISE OF MARILYNNE ROBINSON

I haven’t heard a sensible word from my husband all week as he finally gets around to reading Marilynne Robinson’s new book, Reading Genesis. ‘Oh God, you’ve got to read this, babe!’ he keeps saying. ‘Wow, you’ve got to read this!’ Meanwhile, I’m deep inside A Year in the Life of Wendy Whiteley by Ashleigh Wilson, which is having much the same effect. I’ve had a lovely time in Sydney, reading and swimming in the McIver’s Ladies Baths, Australia’s only rock pool dedicated to women and children. There is nothing quite as exhilarating as swimming in the rain, except perhaps watching Nick perform in the evenings at the State Theatre. Beautiful.

THE EXTRAORDINARY WENDY WHITELEY

My husband and I spent a lovely afternoon at Wendy Whiteley’s house, overlooking her amazing ‘secret garden’ in Lavender Bay in Sydney. Wendy and her husband, the renowned artist Brett Whiteley, set up their family home there in 1970 where they lived together for two decades. Brett painted many of his iconic Sydney Harbour pictures in the house. Brett was a defining influence on Nick as a young art student and musician living in Australia. It was a perfect day spent with an absolutely fascinating and powerful woman.

AH, MY DEAR ANGRY LORD

I love this terse little poem by the English poet, orator, and priest, George Herbert about the contradictory nature of religious belief, its good and bad sides, and its joy and sorrow. There's nothing like a bit of hard religion on a Sunday morning!!