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The Orange Girl at the Harpsichord
(André Fernandez)
She was a redhead, she was beautiful,
In an orange dress at the harpsichord ,
Whose light blue brought flesh
The transparency of his hands.
His eyes whispered, in chiaroscuro,
Hazeled with a haughty air,
The graphic Dadaism
A score without sorrow.
The orange girl on the harpsichord
Watercolor swallows
Fluttered in the four corners,
Following the trail short story
From a slightly unhealthy old pianist
Who, one day, picking a quarrel with them
Stole their feathers and their refrains,
So that the beautiful young lady
In orange dress on the harpsichord,
May she sing a new song
And delight me in my designs
The orange girl on the harpsichord
She was red, she was beautiful
In an orange dress on the harpsichord,
Whose clear sound brought flesh
Like a trouble at the end of my breasts,
A new witchcraft
Made me lose my Latin,
Plucking my string harder, The young beauty on the harpsichord
Helped by a few swallows
Made my tomorrows crazy...
The orange girl on the harpsichord

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