I was born to stand on a street corner playing a concertina. Or to sell old prints in a bookstall on the edge of the Seine. And now it's too late, too late, far too late!
Good evening, O children of herbs and fruits and abstinences! I wish this winter would end. Slipping and sliding on the slush is no fun. I want to see the springtime tulips in the gardens of the littlGood evening, O children of herbs and fruits and abstinences! I wish this winter would end. Slipping and sliding on the slush is no fun. I want to see the springtime tulips in the gardens of the little bungalows around here. I want to take my boots off....more