Adieu - my love - my only one. Do catch them in the air - those 2999 1/2 little kisses from me which are flying about, waiting for someone to snatch then up. Listen, I want to whisper something in your ear - and you in mine - and now we open and close our mouths - again - again and again - at last we say : Its all about Plumpi - Strumpi - Well, you can think what you like - that is just why its so convenient. Adieu. A thousand tender kisses. Ever your Mozart
Posted on: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 16:51:27 +0000