"For it was not in my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed but my soul" Attributed to Judy Garland
" The Kiss" by Constantin Brancusi 1876-1957 (image from-Wikepedia)
I first saw a copy of this sculpture in a Cemetery in Paris. I love wandering around flower filled crumbly old church yards.There are many hidden stories if you listen hard enough. The cemetery in Paris by contrast is very large,well organised and elaborate with guards or was it guardians on the gates?
It is the resting place of many famous writers, artists and musicians as well as more ordinary Parisians. Some graves stones were simple others were more ostentatious. Along side memorials which were well tended with fresh flowers and plants were those whose friends and relatives had obviously long gone too. Occasionally there was the amusing such as the memorial to the man who invented the gas lamp. He can be seen in a full size bed with his wife lying next to him, reading by gaslight.
The kiss can be found in a quiet corner tucked away, it is very poignant and eloquent in its simplicity. It made me sad because I lost someone very special to me last Christmas and a kiss goodbye and a bear hug was the last I saw of him.
