Sunday, May 19, 2013
Das Lied vom traurigen Sonntag
Strange title, isn't it ? It is German and means "Gloomy Sunday".
It's a song written by a Hungarian Pianist in 1933. I love this song. Even before I had MY Gloomy Sunday.
I've heard this song first as Bjorks version. But - the hidden drama queen in me :-) loves the version that I show here by Diamanda Galas. If you would like to hear it click on the picture.
I'm sitting here in my studio. It's Sunday night and I feel a bit lonely and sad.
I'm not really lonely. My little boy and my baby girl are sleeping in their rooms, thank goodness ;-).
My dog (who is still recovering from a serious food poisoning) is lying on the sofa.
My cat is purring by my feet.
Sounds lovely but still ... I'm not happy at all.
My hubby is lying in a hospital bed right now in a pretty bad condition. Yesterday was a sunny and warm day and he wanted to have a quick "test drive" with our motorcycle. Two hours later I was called by the hospital. Not a nice feeling I can tell you.
He has his collarbone shattered, broken a couple of rips, has bruises all over , ...and they still don't know if his splenic/milt (is that the right word?) is torn. He'll have surgery on Wednesday.
I'm usually not talking about my family. But they are very important to me. I met hubby at University and even though he is away most of the time (we both work as Consultants) he is a fabulous father and husband.
As I can't sleep anyhow I just finished my latest doll. The Gymnast. I hope you like her.