( François Couperin )
tu che apri la tastiera elettrica
come Michelangeli il suo Steinway
la notte estiva entra dal
balcony with her wet
moon and the first note is a breath of fresh
raises the fake piano
press a button but not the harpsichord
vibraphone choose to return here in the room overheated
Couperin
out there is the sea
ordered and flat and we want a little fun
in this room just a little wind
tremblement Lié sans être appuyé
and then tremblement appuyé et Lié
we loose the sandals and sand
it tickles your feet all the time to invent
your way as he had not written Couperin
about us?
two shadows reflected from the shadows of their father and mother also
rooms in summer
confused looking at the ceiling designs bewitched. We are a painting by Fragonard
?
images only make us dance Allemande Gavotte Minuet
back the geraniums get sick and the house
aging in the ceiling.
We have not even a child
between a cloud and the other the same old moon falls on
black glass table that takes up the whole room but who can move from there?
You picked up a cigarette: words written notes played
revolve around a hole in the still air
Enfantine The Teenager Les Delices Les Amusements
play me mystérieuses Les Les Barricades Baccanales
Tendresses bachiques Fureurs bachiques
and from the wine I pulled his t-shirt
you begin to drum
- Black Africa with Couperin -
how to imitate the beat of the ancient land and real
coming from the moon but not from this.
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