Figure on the Prom at Dusk

Popped out between the rain showers just as it was getting to dusk, but still managed a few shots. Quite a stressful day with some family issues, but also some gardening in the sunshine, and some walks. Also did some catching up with contract website work and Welsh translation.

And caught up with an old friend on the phone, and rediscovered a piece of glorious, shamelessly sentimental Neapolitan mush that I love. gets me every time:

Catarí, Catarí?
pecché me dici sti
parole amare,
pecché me parle
e 'o core me turmiente, Catarí?
Nun te scurdà ca
t'aggio dato 'o core,
Catarí, nun te scurdà!
Catarí, Catarí, ché vene a dicere
stu parlà ca me dà spaseme?
Tu nun'nce pienze a stu dulore mio,
tu nun'nce pienze,
tu nun te ne cure?

Core, core 'ngrato,
t'aie pigliato 'a vita mia,
tutt'è passato e
nun'nce pienze chiù.

Core 'ngrato - Placido Domingo