Dearest Esmerelda
I slept one rainy night with you in Paris
Made up for a thousand wasted years
Dearest Esmeralda, you are magic
I close my eyes and you make love appear
Saturday I made my way over to Mireya’s house to pick her up. Forty five minutes later we were on the road the ‘Salem’s lot for the family cookout.
I was expecting it to be a miserable experience, what with my sisters caustic friend and her caustic daughter. Luckily everyone was on their best behavior - including Mireya, who if the truth be told is a total crapshoot.
At about 8pm we made our way home. It was still light, with the sun sinking fast and it got more and more misty as I got closer to Mireya’s house.
This tune came on just as we were approaching the turnoff to Audrey’s house. My iPod is an evil thing. When I was looking for the video I found Bill and Taffy Danoff’s original version. I was only familiar with John Denver’s version. I commented I though it was a very pretty song and I’ll be damned if Bill Danoff replied They wrote the song during a trip to Paris and were inspired by the atmosphere.
I dropped off Mireya, jawed with the new house manager for a while. Then made my way home. Passing Audrey’s turnoff, with the mist falling past the streetlights I made an unconscious decision and turned. Went past her house. Same car. I sometimes wonder about that. Her Ford Explorer was long for this earth 5 years ago. The man she married takes care of himself first and always.
I didn’t slow down, or pause at the end of the loop.
But I wondered about that fucking magnetic pull she seems have to over me. It’s not like she is doing anything to encourage me. She just is…
Once home I watched TED 2. You know how something can be so stupid it can punch its way back to being funny again. Yep. That movie does it. If you need a giggle, you might get one there as long as you don’t get offended by rude humor.
There is a trend in modern life. People get are so perpetually butthurt over the most minor things. I will just leave it at that for now.
Romance lasts forever, love dont fade away
They may take our future, but they cant stop yesterday
Cause somewhere in the cloudy skies of Paris
We were part of some artists design
Dearest Esmeralda, you are magic
In the gray around me how you shine
Oh, oh, how you shine
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