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| La vierge folle |
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| Degas |
You are passing by
You see her in her crystal cage
She is like a danseuse
In an old carillon
She smiles her crazy smile
She dances her wild dance
You have no choice but-
you have to let her go.
People stop by
People laugh at her
Blissfully unaware
Dressed up in feathers and boas
With her Bahia hat
Made of mangoes and bananas
You have no choice but
you have to let her go.
You’d like to run away
You’d like to hide
Except you cannot move
You are mesmerised
With her perfect porcelain teeth
She eats her broken heart
Her once blue-skied eyes
Are now watery and pale
Her oh-so-milky skin
Is transparent as glass
Her once tangled golden maze
Is now fluffy ashes
You could break her
Except you cannot -already done
You have no choice but –
you have to let her go.
You sucked her tender youth
You devoured her beauty
You wasted her soft skin
You stole magic dreams
With your net of lies
You destroyed her innocence
You corrupted her bones
You walked all over her heart
Wearing her 12-inches stilettos
Now there she is
Dancing like crazy
Singing like she did not even care
A poupette without feelings
In a sleepless, timeless crystal tower
A wooden princess in a cage
You, his minstrel
Her, your mistress – not your lady, beware
Not the sole queen of your heart.
Betrayal tore her apart
She threw away her crimson lips
She slept with her worst nightmares
Out of pure hate for you
You, who used to read her Lee Masters
“There is no marriage in heaven.
But there is love”.
What does she have now?
Her unrequited love
Smelling of bitter almonds
Her never-ending rage
Her crystal cage.
Now you cannot stop staring
She laughs and laughs and laughs
As is she did not care anymore
Ain’t no choice my friend
– you have to let her go.
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| Degas |
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| Degas |
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| Degas |
Impressions chosen from another time 
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