donderdag 24 december 2015

On Esperanza Spalding...

Google poem for Esperanza
who sings for me

the heavenly fast and agile voice
Damn! she does it all over and over again, so nice. ...
Sing, she sings as if her life depends on it.
I also want to let go
My God! She's Heavenly!
With my hand on my head and my head in my hands, I mean, of course,
to fly in the sky
hopelessly lost
lost, heaven and hell at the same time it is

to know

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