Paris-Brest v.s. Mille-Feuille
Shirmp and Catfish Mousse---------------
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I 'm beside my self
head over heels
unfazed by those things
in quite a mood
we're in love
so in love
Noi insieme
Un momento romantico
Coppie riunite
Una splendida serata
Cantare
Tavole incantevoli
Tutto all'insegna del gusto
Il romanticismo come tema
La gioia che l'amore regala
I'm in love
that long haul kinda beleiving
that you an I together
kinda feeling
wanting the night to be
needing you
wanting you
loving you
loving you
ooh ahuh yeah we're in love
ooh auh ooh we; yeah we're
in love
auh;auh oh auh
we're in love
let the world know
we're in lover
naturale armonico melodico
there is a never after
where words are lost
and colours fade
but perhaps we won't let go ~
in dreams and voices
there will be one more story from me
you'll be attentive
one last time
yet the tips of my fingers
slip from grasp
and all I ever wish for stills
I watch the earth spin
confused as to who is letting go
in this here and now
~ balance from the moon ~
a momentary turn
no one falls away
all lay softly
sound asleep
heartbeats become the dream
pictures ink into night skies
one thousand and one times
existing as permanently
as a memory feels
when last times
were just yesterday
The fire encircled by red Adirondacks
A ham and cheese omelette full of protein packs
Glacier remnants the shoreline stacks
Crimson turns; the once green Sumac's
In the Ojibwe lands no fall beauty lacks
Anishinaabeg; the "True People" of lake Mille Lacs
Mad Millie made mention of her mother’s murderous mind.
We wrinkled wandering thoughts which were marvelously kind.
Thinking we knew better than Mad Millie until we did find.
That her mama truly did have a splendiferous murderous mind.
Vive l’héro
La chanson voisine des louanges
Et toi-
Tu m’as laissé
Au sommet
De leur jeu
Et j’ai pleuré
Tout seul
Sans arrêt, comme une veille chute d’eau
Mais quand
Tu n’es pas retourné, pour retrouver
Ta jeunesse d’antan
Pourquoi
Personne ne vient
Pour me demander?
Comment
Oui, comment j’ai arrêté
De pleurer
Question From A Broken Heart (English)
Long live the hero
The neighbors’ song of praise
And you-
You left me
To the top
Of their game
And I cried
Alone
Nonstop, like an ancient waterfall
But when
You didn’t come back, to rediscover
Your long lost youth
Why
Nobody is coming
To ask me ?
How,
Yes, how I stopped
From weeping
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