Please go to Jerry T Curtis page to hear the French translation put to music. What a nice thing for him to do! Thanks, Jerry! So honored!
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/kim_rodrigues_when_paris_was_1754312
A quarter rest breathed into my consciousness, a playful pretense of a warm hand gently placed above my heart, calming my sedulous spirit. —by the Poet When Paris Was All The Rage Slow sound of the sax; I lay back and listen to good-old-day lyrics, when Paris was all the rage, and the time of love has past for the old maid sipping wine on a sidewalk café; staring, are we, into the eyes of a painting rainy and colorful; romanticized by the simmering sound of the sax; its notes buoyant on the Seine. Raindrops of gray, blue and cherry blossom; a scant smile on red lips, reminiscing the fading beau and hours; clicking heels and handsome dress. Sedate and cocksure lyrics and vocables regulate my heart, warm my pulse points. A voice croons, as the ‘phonist’s fingers gyrate, tingling all the senses; cabernet dimmer switch.
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