Sunny Afternoon

Manuel

Today is Manuel´s birthday. He´s my friend, he´s very good and he´s playing with me all the time although he´s a grown-up (very, very old, 33 years old, I am five). I have already said he is playing with me all the time, he plays with me to "Dora The Explorer", I am Dora, he´s Boots or Map, it depends on me. He plays "Princess" I am the princess, he is the dragon or the monster, sometimes he´s a dragon-mermaid, I am always the Princess. He carries me on their shoulders and it is very funny. He likes music, cinema and, of course, my auntie Ana.

In the picture I am holding a Spanish cake, Manuel gave it to me, it´s called Mazapán and it is a typical "manchego" dessert, because he´s manchego as Don Quijote and Pedro Almodovar.

I told you he likes music a lot, so I went to youtube and I found a Joy Division video. The song, a little sad but I know you love it, is for you, Manuel, have a lovely Birthday!!!

Where do you go to (My lovely)?

Where do you go to my lovely when you are alone in your bed... Catalina loves this song. The very first time she heard this song was watching Hotel Chevalier, a short of one heartbreaking history of love and the prologue of the travel told in The Darjeeling Limited.

I love this lyrics, it´s suposed to be Sofia Loren.

You talk like Marlene Dietrich

And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire

Your clothes are all made by Balmain

And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair

You live in a fancy appartementOf the Boulevard of St. Michel

Where you keep your Rolling Stones record

And a friend of Sacha Distel

But where do you go to my lovely

When you're alone in your bed

Tell me the thoughts that surround you

I want to look inside your head

I've seen all your qualifications

You got from the Sorbonne

And the painting you stole from Picasso

Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does

When you go on your summer vacation

You go to Juan-les-Pines

With your carefully designed topless swimsuit

You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs

When the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz

With the others of the jet-set

And you sip your Napoleon Brandy

But you never get your lips wet

But where do you go to my lovely

When you're alone in your bed

Tell me the thoughts that surround you

I want to look inside your head, yes I do

Your name is heard in high places

You know the Aga Khan

He sent you a racehorse for chistmas

And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh haha

They say that when you get married

It'll be to a millionaire

But they don't realize where you came from

And I wonder if they really care, they give a damn

But where do you go to my lovely

When you're alone in your bed

Tell me the thoughts that surround you

I want to look inside your head

I remember the back streets of Naples

Two children begging in rags

Both touched with a burning ambition

To shake off their lowly brown tags, yes they try

So look into my face Marie-Claire

And remember just who you are

Then go and forget me forever

'Cause I know you still bearthe scar, deep inside, yes you do

I know where you go to my lovely

When you're alone in your bed

I know the thoughts that surround you

'Cause I can look inside your head

Catalina´s fav song

She loves listening to this song, and she dances and dances...