Saturday, 11 July 2009
and inbetween it's nicotine and not much heart to fight
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Penelope Cruz,
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Every kind of love, or at least my kind of love, must be an imaginary love, to start with baby.
2 comments:
Far too long since I visited you stunning blog. Thanks for Nana Mouskouri - the juxtaposition of the prude and the primitivism is merveilleux n'est ce pas.
Nana is ... a complex person ... I just love her pronunciation in this song ... beautiful!
Than you very much for your kind words! X
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