She whispers crazy things to me
in a silence woven from moments
of sensations ...
Bouquet of appareances
that\'s just a flight in time
so little tamed ...
Message sent from lalaland ,
I love the taste
of her amethyst-scented skin.
Fickle clouds in a fashion show
where she plays make-believe...
She doesn\'t lie,even in other arms.
The door was open,she entered ,
But perhaps had she the key ?
Princess in porcelain dolls palace ,
fragile ballerina in satin shoes ...
Soap bubble kingdom .
Is she this gentle demon female ?
Lilith sucking aniseed candy
that god didn\'t take out of the box
all the better to succumb
to the tangy taste of forbidden fruit ?
Her vinyl smile hums a 70 tune .
She took the stairway to heaven .
Leaving souls in hell and pain ...
All I have left is a yellowed image .
I longed her,surrounded
by strange glances
that only stole a passing dream,
confused with Barbie ...
She was hitchhiking on the road 66.
A beautiful angel stopped ,
taking her on board .
Next outing hotel California...
Lala ...My joyful Lolita .