Lyric White Or Red
Wine
She was perhaps twenty-five. Incredibly cute. Red hair,
freckles. If I were twenty years younger, I would have
fallen in love with her immediately. So it took ten
minutes. I asked if it was pleasant for her to walk along
the lakeside with me. We watched the ducks. They flew
high above the lake, drew a loop. Then they all landed
together on a flat approach. It was like a military
exercise. Later I asked her if she preferred white or red
wine.
Ref: I talked about the becoming and the transience of
life. About the night and the stars. About New York and
the customs of the Bedouins. About lightning and
thunder. The hardness and shine of diamonds. She was
particularly interested in becoming.
Weeks later. I jogged in the forest when I was caught up
from behind. We ran for a while in silence. Then she
said "Old man, but it goes faster". I pointed to the hill,
she nodded. I stayed behind her. Her bottom was
excellent, like a young apple on a tree. Her horse tail
bounced at every step. I could smell her perfume. At
the top of the hill we were completely exhausted. She
asked me if I could hear her heart throb. I said no. She
said I had to get closer to hear it. Later I asked her if
she preferred white or red wine.
Ref: I talked about the becoming and the transience of
life. About the night and the stars. About New York and
the customs of the Bedouins. About lightning and
thunder. The hardness and shine of diamonds. She was
particularly interested in becoming.
Weeks later. I was looking for shelter from the rain. She
also. I looked at the dolls in the shop window in their
expensive clothes. She spoke to me. She especially likes
the black belt. I nodded approvingly. Me the red gloves,
I said. And the pearl chain. Yes, the pearl chain, she
said. The stilettos fit well. I said I've always been
interested in fashion. She said it didn't need much to
look good. An umbrella would be useful now. Later I
asked her if she preferred white or red wine.
Ref: I talked about the becoming and the transience of
life. About the night and the stars. About New York and
the customs of the Bedouins. About lightning and
thunder. The hardness and shine of diamonds. She was
particularly interested in becoming. I talked about the
vastness of sky and sea. About the blood in our veins.
About Paris, the city of love. About bombs and the
explosive force of thoughts. The emergence of
volcanoes and the glow of gold. She was particularly
interested in becoming.