A shocking and indispensable record. I cried and I cry beauty and sadness with each listen. Maybe he should be gay to measure and savor the breathtaking purity distilled by glowing words Genet sublimated here by the sweet voice of Daho and hoarse tone of divine Jeanne Moreau! Not to mention the musical inspiration of Helen Martin, the interpretation of 'on my neck' remains for me unsurpassable. That prudish go their way! Love is never indecent, the body that loves is always pure and innocent, beyond Good and Evil (e). Yes, all the poets, all the love, all love prevented from vibrating, are moved, cry, rebel, smile, wet course and bend approaching the Beautiful Captive, assassin 20 years courted by death! The immortal masterpiece of Genet, here enhanced by two huge artists, is a monument of sensuality and tenderness intertwined. A call also in our love so disappointing if vapid, if prosaic: (') "O come my sunshine, O my night just in Spain, O come my pink sky, oh my girl basket, come on Love my mouth! Love, open your doors! ... "
