let me be
i want to live truly
the truth of my loving
with a silk rose at my throat
a black shawl around my hips
and a hand on my heart’s wound
dear love, i don’t complain
it’s just another scar
but let me be
i want to die with a song on my lips
a tango ballad
or a fado’s lament
or better yet
bring me to the latin quarter
watch me dance the sadness away
under the red-red glow of the night light
let me throw everything in the fire
burn everything
you
my memories
even my life
michèle voltaire marcelin
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