O Sole Mio

It always makes me think... remember... pause in time, in that moment when you touched my hand softly in the candlelight, as my baby lay sleeping beside me on the bench...

There was a spark, a surge of magic that lit my fire and breathed life back into me... that's when I first knew I had to leave.

So often over the years, you crept back into my soul to console me, to light the mind's eye, and keep hope floating.

And the look on your face when you first saw me again, walking through the door of your resturaunt 3 years later... You had not changed at all, except perhaps being more handsome than I remembered, standing behind the bar in your familiar spot... Your jaw dropped. I grinned. Your eyes twinkled. He was jealous.

Time never was quite right for us, but I thank you for being in my life. You were exactly who I needed you to be when I needed you...

And I will always wish I had kissed you that night... just because.

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My Own Sun What a wonderful thing a sunny day The cool air after a thunderstorm! The fresh breezes banish the heavy air… What a wonderful thing a sunny day. But another sun, that’s brighter still It’s my own sun that’s in your face! The sun, my own sun It’s in your face! It’s in your face! Shining is the glass from your window; A washwoman is singing and bragging Wringing and hanging laundry and singing Shining is the glass from your window. But another sun, that’s brighter still It’s my own sun that’s in your face! The sun, my own sun It’s in your face! It’s in your face! When night comes and the sun has gone down, I start feeling blue; I’d stay below your window When night comes and the sun has gone down. But another sun, that’s brighter still It’s my own sun that’s in your face! The sun, my own sun It’s in your face! It’s in your face!

O Sole Mio (In Neapolitan) Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole, n'aria serena doppo na tempesta! Pe' ll'aria fresca pare gia' na festa Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole. Ma n'atu sole cchiu' bello, oi ne'. 'O sole mio sta 'nfronte a te! 'O sole, 'o sole mio sta 'nfronte a te, sta 'nfronte a te! Lùcene 'e llastre da fenesta toia; 'na lavannara canta e se ne vanta e pe' tramente torce, spanne e canta lùcene 'e llastre d'a fenesta toia. Ma n'atu sole cchiu' bello, oi ne'. 'O sole mio sta 'nfronte a te! Quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne, me vene quase 'na malincunia; sotto 'a fenesta toia restarria quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne. Ma n'atu sole cchiu' bello, oi ne'. 'O sole mio sta 'nfronte a te!

--Giovanni Capurro