Eavesdropper
By Myra Lochner
(He: Ding dong, ding dong! Las Cosas del amor ... Shall I play the guitar? tremelo? piano? She: What about the heart? What about the harp? How do you remember our love? He: No, no, nó: not the harp ... it is too sad. Shall we dance the rumba; the twist; to the beat of the Rolling Stones? Carole? She: Hmmmmmmm? He: Please dance for me! Please dance to the beat of my heart! She: NO! NO! I want to make my own music ... I want to drift like a rose ... But please, how can I tell you about our night in Rio? He: La Music? She: Si ... Vivaldi? Bach? He: ... or do you choose Leonardo? She: Leonardo? Favio? Si ... Favio! My Love! He: Oh, my Love! Let's dance to our own music! The Music of our Love ... Together: Ding dong, ding dong ..) Written March 8th, 2002 © on Mar 07 2002 07:36 PM PST, Myra Lochner 0 • 8 • 7
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"(He: Ding dong, ding dong! Las Cosas del amor ... Shall I play the guitar? tremelo? piano? ..."