WHERE DO YOU GO TO MY LOVELY
You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are
You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does
When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs
And when the snow falls you're found in Saint Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
Your name, it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, a-ha-ha-ha
They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn
Where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try
So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do
I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head
Una foto de mi!!!
Corría el año de 1986 yo tenía un año y medio, segun recuerdo era diciembre y me encontraba en la merienda de mi prima selene(quien no sale en la foto), fué entonces cuando la vi!!!! era la BATISEÑAL!!! algo andaba mal, así que le pedí a Alfred que me diera mi traje y que me cam biara el pañal y acto seguido salí a rescatar a mi prima jesica que había caido de su triciclo...
Luego del rescate me prima muy agradecida me pidió que posara con ella para una foto...fué dificil mantener mi identidad en secreto.
Saludos para mi Papá y bobert que cumplieron años este 7 de febrero
Ya se viene el cumple de mi hermosa novia y esta foto solo refleja el que he estad maquinando algo padre para su cumple, para que se la pase muy, muy bien y que disfrute su día.
Novia te amo!
Las calles pasan por mi vista
Los callejones ocultan vidas
Objetos unidos que se marchitan
Planes inalcanZables a la cuenta
Deseo saber si en el rincon estará la luz
Tras la seción me condeno
El desgaste se descubre
Previo al fin encuentro una chispa
Recorro esa cuadra
La herida cierra ante el destello de los ojos
Astros de luz de día y de noche
Quema con ese calor tan intenso
Con fuerza tal que el dolor se pierde
En la salida de la civilización te he encontrado
Eres la solución al problema
Resplandor que resuelve una ecuación
Luz del alma
Eres mi Equidad