A Song, and it's lyrics: Don't swallow that cherry stoney seed! Writing in the dark! Midnight...

Raindrops,
memories of the day,
of lying with you in the sun, in the green,
falling down from the sky, from the heavens!

We pour & part, in the rivers of history,
down, those streets of light, in the city of the night!

The day is over.
Our bodies join the stream of life,
as we dance to the Jazz,
down our path,
it's a choreography!

Lightnings light,
paint and smear,
your silhouette, your picture,
into the sky,
of individuals,
of dancers,
of stars and lights,
like me and you,
the crown jewels of society!

Drawn in the memories of the horizon,
where our sun said good bye to us!

Now the moon, smiles upon us,
as sole uniter, of our souls,
reflecting in the water of the streets, in the rivers,
which part, at the noisy crossroads, of the evening,
like our lifes did, when our memories droped, poured, into the rivers, of the streets,
when it rained.

As the morning grows, the tempreture rises,
and we leave the dirt,
and the bed of mother(,) earth,
and as vapour we drift & dance once more, when we sleep,
into the skies and heavens, of our dreams,
where we shall be united once more,
in the play of rain & clouds,
in sex and love,
to join the morning sun, above the clouds,
for a new birth, after the good-bye, after death and memory,
in the fields of yesterday.

Above our beds, and castle clouds,
above our save grounds,
in our h(e)avens, underneath our stars,
watching the moon to make space for,...
...for a new day of (our) love & history,
new memories,
of the sun on the horizons!

How sweet,
a dream,
of strange juicy fruits!
...
of Life(s)
Jazz and dances!

It is something bitter, to say goodbye,
to die,
sweetly love the error
and you will have something dignityfull
to narrate, bitterly sweet, after the day!
Death is the readyness, the love!
Gran Torino?

Love is a memory
A day

(in the June of two summers)
Happy new Birth-day


Billie Holiday - Love me or Leave me
video by chansondautomne


...
Dedicated to (but initially not inspired by; but by jazz, in general. On the way home, on a rainy, silent, evening, after a day of work, and history)...

Billie Holiday - Strange Fruit

The Puppini Sisters, "Jilted" (dir: Alex de Campi)


Madeleine Peyroux - J'ai Deux Amours


Madeleine Peyroux - Once in a while

"I am tired [,] of dying"
"The sun is up, enlightens the sky.
I never could see it, it just passed me by"
"Once in a while, I'll wake up."
"But once in a while, comes, and fades away."
"I don't know what love ist."
"Once in a while, I'll wake up."
"Living instead."