Tag Archives: Deacon Blues

A Unison

I remember you Four o’clock in the morning you told me You awoke One hundred ten miles an hour (Was it a Chevrolet?) the last five hours forgotten face-to-face with the only facts: Your speedometer registering red, Two of the … Continue reading

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The Politics of Dancing … or how the Universe works

He asked if he could be Chagall, well, to be perfectly clear, he said he wanted to be the guy from Belarus one of her all-time favourite places never visited and just like that he found himself sitting at this … Continue reading

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