She's like a child locked in a music box
She finds an opening in her heart
Mature and sulky, what a paradox
That beauty reconciles in her art.
Faced with the violence to be herself
Her keen eyes catch the audience
She's like a pretty girl from Veermer de Delft
But too much rock to make stamps.
Icon of instinctive modernity, someone
Filmed her with a 8mm camera,
Music is the place where happy memories
Happen again.
Even here in Paris.
Depuis le début de l'année 2011 projet de petits poèmes au jour le jour, à peu près réussis ou bancals, sur le vif et cuits maison, comme des cookies ou des muffins sortis du four.
