I will die in Paris.
Early morning.
(…)
Past my window a leaf will fall.
Slow and yellow.
It will remind me of a girl I knew
and I will die.
Tresha Haefner
meninasderua
I will die in Paris.
Early morning.
(…)
Past my window a leaf will fall.
Slow and yellow.
It will remind me of a girl I knew
and I will die.
Tresha Haefner
notícias tuas, querida. obrigada. quem me dera ir a Paris numa altura destas… “I’ll bet you couldn’t picture me
The time I went to Paris in the Fall,
And who would think the man I loved was quite so handsome,
Quite so tall?” (um bocadinho de June Christy para te fazer companhia. Lisboa espera-te comigo).
beijinhos, V.