(He: Ding dong, ding dong! Las Cosas del amor ... Shall I play the guitar? tremelo? piano?
She: What about the heart? What about the harp? How do you remember our love?
He: No, no, nó: not the harp ... it is too sad. Shall we dance the rumba; the twist; to the beat of the Rolling Stones? Carole?
She: Hmmmmmmm?
He: Please dance for me! Please dance to the beat of my heart!
She: NO! NO! I want to make my own music ... I want to drift like a rose ... But please, how can I tell you about our night in Rio?
He: La Music?
She: Si ... Vivaldi? Bach?
He: ... or do you choose Leonardo?
She: Leonardo? Favio? Si ... Favio! My Love!
He: Oh, my Love! Let's dance to our own music! The Music of our Love ...
Together: Ding dong, ding dong ..)
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Written March 8th, 2002
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Thank you, gecko, Mike & Empress: I am learning slooooooowly!
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*cackles* Sweet.
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I laughed and loved the last line... women!
Thank you,
Mike -
oh Myra lady
that was so very cute and and and and
yeah
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grin -
OOOOOOOOOH I am dancing too! Thanks!
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*runs to put cd on immediately* Cant find anyone to 'dance' with.
What a refreshing change!
Lovely.
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