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[nuages]

the music runs sweet and hot,
it is dead and is not
the music rolls night and is lost
at a palpatating point

Comments

[un_reveur]

I discovered your LJ this evening by searching for others with Mistinguette as an interest (there aren't all that many of us. Somehow French music from 100 years ago never got really popular with the current generation?). I'm quite taken with your collection of poetry and picture and the occasional snippet of autobiography. May I add you to my list of friends and keep following the literary journey?
-Josh

[un_reveur]

Or does Mistinguette refer to the poem?