It's an old Leonard refrain that goes back
to the mists of my time .
I hadn't yet left the children's island ,
a hoarse voice ,resurrected from a folder dimension
or perhaps a fantasized America ,where everything
seemed in order in ken's dream ...
You left,bad packed ,in search of Ginsberg and Kerouac
on the road to Kathmandu ,without going further
than the hotel California !
It's a melody lost in a cumulus sleep ...
I didn't know this free breasts girl ,drapped
in a rainbow and some other colors ...
It was so tender !
Something in the air like a promise of love
and letting go without leaving the keys off
at the care taker's !
Come back Suzanne and takes my hand
in the river's meanders ,
Jesus christ will be at the bass ,
few guitar chords in the fireside memory ,
just a story of imprevisable feelings ,
lost in a never caressed face
so many crowds separated us ..
Leonard greeted the audience and is gone with the rain,
his guitar in the clouds ...
I'ts was so sweet !
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For the birds of the air
Come to the feast.
Jesus in the clouds !
lost in a never caressed face ... beautiful expression
Thanks ! summer of love nostalgy !
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