Joyeux Anniversaire 13 à Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite! My most exquisite beloved flower, I am looking out the big window to the northeast where you live in the city named for kings in the cold north land, I reach for the falling snowflakes and tell them to rush off on the wind and find your third-story window looking out over the great St. Lawrence River and bear my message of passionate amore. I sing for you my own song…
“Oh, ma dame la plus belle,
dal mio caro I desire for you to have
un buon compleanno,
yes, joyeaux anniversaire
to my precious gemstone
my emerald-eyed goddess,
my ebony-furred French Canadian sweetheart,
I celebrate the day of your birth,
as if it were my own!”
That is my best operatic composition of a most heartfelt “happy birthday” to my everlasting love Mademoiselle Daisy Emerald Marguerite. Yes, my ever sweet and precious amour was born on this very day, the first day of the year, and I have been celebrating her existence by singing all day! What would my life be like if she had not sworn her love to me through the magic message machine and our visions in the stars!
You should see how beautiful she is, my, dare I say, mature love? Yes, she has lived 13 years and all this she gives to me. I am but an inexperienced young cat and had no idea how small my world was when ma belle mademoiselle opened my eyes and my heart to a whole new world I never would have known otherwise, and oh, I must sing again!
O! dolci baci, o languide carezze,
mentr’io fremente le belle forme disciogliea dai veli!
Svanì per sempre il sogno mio d’amore.
L’ora è fuggita, e muoio disperato!
E muoio disperato!
E non ho amato mai tanto la vita,
tanto la vita!
(Translation, from Puccini’s Tosca:
With sweetest kisses, tenderest caresses,
A thing of beauty, of matchless symmetry in form and feature!
My dream of love is now disspelled forever.
I lived uncaring and now I die despairing!
Alas I die despairing!
And never was life so dear to me, no never,
So dear, no never!)
Yes, ma chére, I sit by the big north window where I can see the whole sky and face the northwest where you live by the great river in the town named for kings in the great country of Canada and dream of singing right to you.
…Giuseppe is singing to his French Canadian belle femme, Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite, whose birthday is indeed today. Giuseppe is, of course, a castrato and sings his arias and compositions in a melodic countertenor instead of the usual rich tenor, but he can improvise in operatic Italian, adding lyrics about her emerald eyes and ebony fur.
There has again been much sighing as the darkness has fallen and he gazes once again out the window to the northwest toward the river town of Kingston in Ontario. And he looked so handsome as he gazed out the window longingly I decided to illustrate him for today’s dual-purpose post.
A very happy birthday to Mlle. Daisy, adopted from a shelter all those years ago to live with her human mama, this greeting from not just Giuseppe but our entire household of black cats!
Lost of 13s this year! Joyeaux anniversaire Mlle. Daisy, and Giuseppe isn’t worried at all about your new roommate, little Pumpkin, he knows your love is true.
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