The Princess of Beauty
Please, write a letter to me.Describe your feelings.
What do you think about, a time like this?
Write down your heartache, and write down your songs.
You first travelled to Paris, and then to Nice.
When you arrived at the Rivieran, you kissed the seashore for me.
I´m dreaming of dancing the flamenco with you, in Spain.
I would like to kiss you in Barcelona, and the sculptures would watch.
They would like to get us married, but you´ve still got your pain.
Once in Nice, but now in Venice, and probably hidden in a gondola.
Is that the place, where your dreams will become true?
Is that the town of arts, which will change your visions?
Venice by the waters, but are your paintings gonna be few?
And finally, in Greece, you felt the warm breeze.
You walked in the old footsteps of ancient poets.
You, the Queen of poetesses, who always are rhyming by Athens.
She, the Princess of Beauty, who has caught me into her nets.
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