She must have fallen asleep after all— when, she cannot remember. But sheremembers the chanson française on repeat, on repeat coming from the studio facing her condo Ne me quitte pasNe me quitte pasNe me quitte pas She must have fallen asleep after all.The bloody alarm clock startles.Daylight hurtsEars sore and fatigued Eyeballs vexed and tired She must have […]| Selma
And if one day I should becomeA singer with a Spanish bumWho sings for women of great virtueI’d sing to them with a guitarI borrowed from a coffee barWell, what you don’t know doesn’t hurt youMy name would be AntonioAnd all my bridges I would burnAnd when I gave them some they’d knowI’d expect something […]| Magicmenagerie's Blog