Some Brazilians are blaming Italy's defeat in the World Cup on poor Mick Jagger. It seems that every time he supports a team they lose, so the Brazilians are really hoping that he won't support them. Well I don't believe in what the Italians call Iella,bringing bad luck, but I do think Mick Jagger is amazing and can spellbind and audience. There he is up on the stage entertaining people of all ages at the age of 70. I started listening to the Rolling Stones when I was about 9. I can clearly remember sitting in the evening light holding my breath at the enchanting melody of 'As Tears go by'.How thrilling twas he exciting and daring 'Let's spend the night together'.? The music of the Rolling Stones and the Beatles were the sound track to the youth of my generation. They captured our emotions and interpreted our every mood, giving us so much pleasure and animating all our parties . They must have enriched the lives of so many people all around the world and are still doing so. Their music crosses all barriers. the Rolling Stones always seemed so sensual and exciting they still seem to like all their songs and really enjoy performing them, even the old ones like 'Jumping Jack Flash' and Brown Sugar'.
. My poem for today is by Lord Byron (1788 - 1824), who was probably thought of then just like Mick Jagger is now. Full of passion and a love of life and women who inspired a lot of their work. Byron spent a lot of time in Venice and this poem was inspired by a young girl that he met there.
She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes Thus mellow'd to that tender light When heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress Or softly lightens o'er her face Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft so calm yet eloquent The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below A heart whose love is innocent.
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