~ The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, pastel-coloured, rain-soaked, bouncing around the room, blocking all of the exits, in Doppler shifts it all turns and returns, indeed there's daggers in a woman's smile, from a grain of sand to mushrooms in the sky, say it in a letterβ a hostage crisis, recitative, and catlike, load the cartridges and let them fly, (flutter of wings), face the sun and bargain with flowers, (flutter of lashes), grow as clingstone and follow my warlight home, (flutter of heartbeat), just close your eyes and make believe, it all turns and returns, GeneviΓ¨ve, I will wait for you, la petite amie, I will wait for you, anywhere you wander, anywhere you go. ~