Wednesday, October 23, 2013

esas viejas canciones Francesas...

inspired by something Isabel said

The day is grey... the colors fade and it smells like rain...

The evening's dark... the grass is yellow - in the city park...

The night is cold... she's not here to hold and the world has left me feeling old...

The season's too long... where did we go wrong... and these old French songs...
          are the only things she left me...