J’ecoute une chanson,
La Vie En Rose, je me pense.
Madeleine Peyroux.
My French is so bad,
But I try from time to time.
She sings in English.
As complex as simple is.
J’ecoute une chanson,
La Vie En Rose, je me pense.
Madeleine Peyroux.
My French is so bad,
But I try from time to time.
She sings in English.
A short afternoon,
Trying to recover more,
From the week before.
Some guitar music,
D minor F major chords
A few more majors.
If i could i would,
And if i want I will write,
Books, songs and poems.
So tired last night,
It is hard to work and think.
To do what i love.
I don’t write a lot.
Just a Haiku everyday.
A force against will.
I love to write songs,
Poems and maybe some books.
If time will permit.
They are all written,
It’s the time to dig them out.
One by one, a gem!
Have you ever heard?
Of famous Haiku poets.
Not this one i bet!
Billy Holiday
I wished on the moon, so good.
I love her great voice.
I wished on a star,
To throw me a beam or two.
What is it I love?
I’m feeling so tired,
The moments napping away,
I wake somewhere new.
Music is playing,
Distant sounds not far away,
Echo round my head.
Time sliding away,
Whispers that is will not stay
Seeks another place.
Music doesn’t stop.
Songs and rhythms change places,
Seeking perfect sound.
The tea getting cold,
Waits by the side of the chair,
Indifferent to time.
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