PRIOR TO THE TEA DANCE/ WISHES OF AN OLD GENTLEMAN |
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What can you tell me If your lies I already know? You see no life, though it passes you constantly in changing images. "Mirror, mirror, on the wall..." staring at pain - unfeeling, unpossessed, unhoping, unremembering... Show me not wrinkles of time. Talk to me, instead, of ragtime, aching quick steps following a stubborn sound. Tell me of her smile, the cupper raised as memories flow. She, who will be there again, she, "...the fairest of them all..." "Mirror, mirror, on the wall." Manuel L. Ponte - Bogotá, Colombia, October 30, 1972 |
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