mercredi 17 mai 2017

Un air qui vaut pas dix ronds #305 (on s'en ira en Italie #121)

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
You can almost think that you're seein' double
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room,
Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's niece.

Dylan, 1971.

[Alessandro di Mariano di Vanni Filipepi, Sandro Botticelli, le 17 mai 1510. D'autres fois, Johnny Guitar Watson, Bashung, Paul Dukas, l'Apprenti sorcier, clic-clic, Vautrin, Trent Reznor, Donna Summer, Anna Karina, Montand et aussi le Bûcher des vanités.]

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