Favourite Books

Mrs Parkington by Louis Bromfield



The Rains Came by Louis Bromfield

The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton

Favourite Cities

London

            

Brighton

Favourite Movies

These are my favourite movies. The list below will tell you a lot about me:-)


The Cider House Rules and the great performance of Michael Caine



Favourite Quote: Good Night you princes of Maine, you kings of New England

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxJr09u10co&feature=player_detailpage


Women on the verge of a nervous breakdown by Pedro Almodovar



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PypMOEKJuh8&feature=player_detailpage

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http://www.en.wikipedia.com/
http://www.amazon.com/

Favourite Song

Here are the lyrics of one of my favourite song by Nina Simone.
Enjoy!



Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by you know how I feel

It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

Fish in the sea you know how I feel
River running free you know how I feel
Blossom on the tree you know how I feel

It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know
Butterflies all havin' fun you know what I mean

Sleep in peace when day is done
That's what I mean
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me

Stars when you shine you know how I feel
Scent of the pine you know how I feel
Oh freedom is mine
And I know how I feel

It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

I'm feeling good

[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/feeling-good-lyrics-nina-simone.html ]

Funeral Blues by W.H.Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_a-eXIoyYA&feature=player_detailpage