Saturday, October 26, 2013

Mozart AM Poem

Mozart Serenade 13 to Violin Sonata
Lime lemon Sorbet
This picture of Frida posing in her white dress, red scarf and my empty bottle of rum that was a souvenir from a  day that I danced
His arms 
or maybe I just ...
Why do you walk inside of my dreams?
as I wished that I could now be a Sonata I said forever 
The notes are so beautiful where did I go?
I don't know!
but I won't ever find you again
Don Giovanni : La ci darem la mano
Tomorrow when I see the sun, just the sun rise maybe I will be allegro
and Pianissimo open the door 
Walk, and silenzio

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