she realised she’d never
Ride through paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
… And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.“
13509 berlin, wittestraße/antonienstraße
text: Marianne Faithfull, The Ballad of Lucy Jordan