A very brief meeting in the island of Gran Canary -76.
An indian woman, at least she was dressed as one.
God, was she beautiful....
I'd like to tell you about a girl called Pattie
Going around among the people taking pictures
Born down in Argentina, raised in Florida
Did her best in living on this island.
Oh tell me where, tell me where does this flower grow
Could it be the way she likes to tell you now.
No, no, no, no I dont believe in changing all along the line
'cause inside her soul , she is still the same.
Now this year, she's going around
sometimes on drugs
Chilly and cold without taking care
Old friends pass her by and ask her why
But she believes in changing all the time
Well, I asked her and she's telling me
that old friends are changed, and are acting strange
I cant believe in that , its an image to her mind
But I try to understand her reasons why.
Oh tell me where, tell me where does this flower grow
Could it be the way she likes to tell you now.
No, no, no, no I dont believe in changing all along the line
'cause inside her soul , she is still the same.
Poetry by Richard
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Written on 2010-04-19 at 19:41
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An indian woman, at least she was dressed as one.
God, was she beautiful....
Chilly and Cold - Song for Pattie
I'd like to tell you about a girl called Pattie
Going around among the people taking pictures
Born down in Argentina, raised in Florida
Did her best in living on this island.
Oh tell me where, tell me where does this flower grow
Could it be the way she likes to tell you now.
No, no, no, no I dont believe in changing all along the line
'cause inside her soul , she is still the same.
Now this year, she's going around
sometimes on drugs
Chilly and cold without taking care
Old friends pass her by and ask her why
But she believes in changing all the time
Well, I asked her and she's telling me
that old friends are changed, and are acting strange
I cant believe in that , its an image to her mind
But I try to understand her reasons why.
Oh tell me where, tell me where does this flower grow
Could it be the way she likes to tell you now.
No, no, no, no I dont believe in changing all along the line
'cause inside her soul , she is still the same.
Poetry by Richard
Read 486 times
Written on 2010-04-19 at 19:41
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