Piaf et ses Encores

Flute. Flûtes.
Bowed Contrebasse.
Don't Cry. Archet.
Amour. Cachet livret paupières parapluie.
Eyebrow Umbrellas.

This little lady dancing on the head of a record needle while angels scratch their heads on the pin.
When Piaf sings in English, she sings twice.
L'accent is something you add to the word.
I haven't met anyone that hasn't fallen in love with someone because of an accent.
Not one.
Sometimes I pretend to have one to see the titled glass of language sparkle against Ms. Stranger's face.

When you live abroad, you live twice. You come back with twice the memories and half your usual life-expectancy.

Listening to this... dans tes grands yeux, rien que nous deux..

My heart pounds fast like a typewriter in a 1940s office and I know I'm using up beats that were supposed to be kept for the older gentleman whose shoes I'm already in.

He'll die young like he wanted because he didn't wait for the lovenote.

Needle lifts.