I met the eyes of this girl.
Madonna smile, frozen
in a flemish primitive caprice.
I took her by the hand
and a few hocus-pocus
to join my lmaginary ...
Let's have a cappuccino
in this little bar close
to the Blankenbergh beach !
when the tide is high
and the wave in love ..
I'll redream Roma and Napoli
and old campany for you !
We'll be boarding the blue arrow
from Milano to Firenze !
In your thoughts,deposing
some latine vibrations to translate...
Bride of sighs ,can I place
an amoretto kiss on your lips
to erase this bitter of juniper ?
And crazy campari in Capri ...
Your senses soothed
by caresses in azure hues
Michel angelo sculpting
the shapes of your desire
lost in dormant waters ...
I am in love with a rebel icon
runaway through the centuries...
The red arrow will bring us back
in our blues and grey land .
In the evening we'll drink a martini
at this little bar close
to the Blankenbergh beach .
The tide will be low
and waves asleep in the vague...
You'll be so beautiful
with your italian brunette skin !
Paolo Conte singing for us :
It's wonderful
it's wonderful
I dream of you
chips,chips,du-du-du-du-du ...
And you'll go back
to your landscape
at the Ghent museum ,
to find Brueghel the elder ...
- Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 3rd, 2024 05:08
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 10
Comments2
Such a pleasant, dreamy, aesthetic journey! ❤️
These wonderful ghosts that emerge from the corridors of time !
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