Isabelle

Immaculate Isabelle!

Come and let us drink tea together.

Barbara will also sing,

I will introduce you to her.

You will see what a woman she is!

That same lady with a lovely voice and dark hair,

Whose songs I am so captivated by.

Dear Izzy!

Come, let me tell you of a tragic film I saw,

Of the brothers who all fell in love with the same woman,

And that woman who married all three of them.

Izzy! Immaculate Izzy!

You were shot unjustly. 

And always surrendered your life without a sound.

You were always a virgin

Even after sleeping with that Roman man. 

Isabelle!

Do you remember your first kiss?

Scared of losing your virginity,

With one kiss!

Oh, Isabelle, stop.

People don’t become pregnant with a touch.

Isabelle, come here. 

This Barbara is a lot like us. 

I wish I had written her songs.

If only everything I’ve ever written was

A last testament to you.

After the last time sleeping

With that patient man,

I made a song

For Barbara,

That same dark haired lady of Nantes,

Whose voice captivated me

Lovely Izzy!

That woman!

With three lovers

Killed herself out of loneliness

And you, without any lover,

In perpetual virginity

Die every day,

And silently give up your soul.

If only you had come one time

For afternoon tea

Even if we didn’t have much to say

We could have at least talked about the excitement of the first kiss. 

November 23, 2014

*Barbara - French singer June 9, 1930-November 24, 1997.