Que no has conocido a nadie que te bese como yo, que no hay otro hombre en tu vida, que de ti se beneficie… depende.* — Depende, Jarabe de Palo “Should we head home?” “Why?” “Why?? Because we’re soaking wet and the wind is blowing and we might get sick otherwise.” “Ah. Good point. Can …
Category Archives: fiction and poetry
Il est trop tard (the narrative) — 47
J’avoue j’en ai bave pas vous, mon amour, avant d’avoir eu vent de vous, mon amour. Ne vous deplaise, en dansant la Javanaise, nous nous aimions le temps d’une chanson.* — La Javanaise, Serge Gainsbourg “And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music,” the …
Il est trop tard (the narrative) — 46
Slow down, you crazy child, and take the phone off the hook and disappear for awhile. It’s all right, you can afford to lose a day or two. When will you realize, Vienna waits for you? — Vienna, Billy Joel “OH!” “What? What happened? Are you okay?” “I just realized I forgot my phone…” “So? …
Il est trop tard (the narrative) — 45
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told. I give her my heart but she wanted my soul, but don’t think twice, it’s all right. — Don’t Think Twice It’s Alright, Bob Dylan Dave stared at his phone again, reading the message from Aimee for the tenth or so time this morning. He hits …
(I left my heart) In Vienna
I didn’t do it on purpose Of that at least I’m certain But when then did it actually happen? Did the cat perhaps steal it Quietly While napping on my lap? Or perhaps I might’ve dropped it On my long walk around the first district Maybe when I crossed to fourth I could’ve easily lost …