Life struggles, deep sorrow and pain brings me here. I hear the voice of my mother. Lord, I am finally coming home. You are so Beautiful! Wild is the wind. . .
I want coffee & cigarettes. Cognac & cigars. I wanna kiss her right in her mouth so I can taste her tongue & feel her lips on mine & swallow her song & live in that tremble in her voice til I slip off the edge of one key & tumble into the abyss between notes & stay forever lost in her tone. Nina...