pour Milou

Under a star-lit sky
In a room corner
She sat quiet
With Champs-Elysees
Twinkling in her eyes;
While spreading wit and charm
Bringing the sun
From the dark outside,
You stepped forward
“Comment vous apelez vous, Mademoiselle?”
Since then thousand little dreams are dreamt
Dancing with the white gardenia
Rushing on the wind of bohemia…

Merci Milou, pour m’ apporter les reves du vent.
Bises.

Swastika