Come mi vuoi?

Paolo Conte originally released this song on a previous album, but I know the version he did on his 2003 compilation album, Reveries, much better.

Come mi vuoi

cosa mi dai,

dove mi porti tu?

How do you want me, what do you give me, where do you drag me ?

Dammi un sandwich e un po' d'indecenza

e una musica turca anche lei
metti forte che riempia la stanza
d'incantesimi e di spari e petardi
eh come mi vuoi?

che si senta anche il pullman perduto
una volta lontana da qui
e l'odore di spezie che ha il buio
con noi due dentro al buio abbracciati
eh come mi vuoi ?

How do you want me, what do you give me, where do you drag me?
Come mi vuoi? Cosa mi dai ? Dove mi porti tu ?

Take a sandwich and my indecent charm
hear the music, and what do you think
Swingin swingin see
this room is flying
through the sorceries, firework and bangers
man, this is your world

Today is Guy Fawkes Day

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,

The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

I know of no reason

Why Gunpowder Treason

Should ever be forgot.

Traditional

Back to Buses

This one isn't Poetry for Buses, but instead a poem written by contemporary English poet, Wendy Cope.

Bloody Men

Bloody men are like bloody buses -
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.

You look at them flashing their indicators
Offering you a ride.
You're trying to read the destinations,
You haven't much time to decide.

If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze
While the cars, the taxis and the lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.


I found this one in a book titled "Bleeding Hearts - Love Poems for the Nervous & Highly Strung", compiled by Michelle Lovric.

a new baby boy

One of my friends gave birth to her second baby, a little boy, Thursday night.

Baby's First Day

Wonder of all wonderment!
Momentous moment when small form
First feels life in itself.
When new eyes open wide
On old, old world.
When tiny hands handle air;
Touch tenderness and love.
When ears first wake to sound
And silent lips find voice and food.
Soon newly wakened baby wearies.
World will keep.
Being born is quite enough
For one short day.
Baby hands rest;
Baby mouth yawns;
Baby eyes close in sleep.

by Mary Dawson Hughes