I found this today B. I should have thought of it earlier in the month
but here it is one of the early advertisements for Dubonnet:
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x819nx
This one uses the DU . . .dubon . . . Dubonnet message,
but he original British was extremely plain just the words stuk in my mind
we all rushed out to buy it and then forgot all about it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2B6QXS54XM
Adjust your spelling of Dubonnet, unless you want it that way.
The translation of 'Du Bon(n) ete' as used in the advertisement is:
du bon ete
The Good Summer.
The Dwindling Warmth and Compass of the Days*
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Re: The Dwindling Warmth and Compass of the Days*
[very eloquent .............................................................................................................
Birds, dented and off course
Men on porches, rough as goats.
My face stern as a warden
guarding inmates...........................................great simile
Did I mention my wife died?
She loved Barcelona and painted
Under rain faded cork trees, ...........................love the whole stanza
Bright colors of a child’s crayon.
Her touch wore white gloves,
She drank Dubonnette with me
Her sundress clean and stiff
As a girl at first Communion. ...........................another wonderful image
I am not able to sleep at night.
Not that I sleep during the day.........................This line takes me out of the moment
The drifting clutter of low voices
like a poorly tuned radio.
Dusk comes on. Winter solstice
drops down.
Already I'm the oldest person..........................really like this line, its originality
I know by first name.
.............................................................beautifully written, Linda
Original
Birds, dented and off course.
Men on porches, rough as goat.
My face stern as a warden
With inmates.
Did I mention my wife died?
She loved Barcelona and painted
Under rain faded cork trees,
Bright colors of a child’s crayon.
Her touch wore white gloves,
She drank Dubonnets with me.
Men could not stop smiling at her
And I was one of them.
Her sundress clean and stiff
As a girl at Communion.
Dusk comes on. Winter solstice
drops down.
*Timothy Steele[/quote]
Birds, dented and off course
Men on porches, rough as goats.
My face stern as a warden
guarding inmates...........................................great simile
Did I mention my wife died?
She loved Barcelona and painted
Under rain faded cork trees, ...........................love the whole stanza
Bright colors of a child’s crayon.
Her touch wore white gloves,
She drank Dubonnette with me
Her sundress clean and stiff
As a girl at first Communion. ...........................another wonderful image
I am not able to sleep at night.
Not that I sleep during the day.........................This line takes me out of the moment
The drifting clutter of low voices
like a poorly tuned radio.
Dusk comes on. Winter solstice
drops down.
Already I'm the oldest person..........................really like this line, its originality
I know by first name.
.............................................................beautifully written, Linda
Original
Birds, dented and off course.
Men on porches, rough as goat.
My face stern as a warden
With inmates.
Did I mention my wife died?
She loved Barcelona and painted
Under rain faded cork trees,
Bright colors of a child’s crayon.
Her touch wore white gloves,
She drank Dubonnets with me.
Men could not stop smiling at her
And I was one of them.
Her sundress clean and stiff
As a girl at Communion.
Dusk comes on. Winter solstice
drops down.
*Timothy Steele[/quote]