A million temptations surround me,
all of another’s desire,
my desire lays elsewhere,
my heart alongside hers.
In this room of music and alcohol,
my mind races to you,
chasing warm thoughts of summer.
Sommer
Petits Poems
Marseille
Lost dans le sud,
In a city if sand and chateaux.
The ambience est chaud,
Les oiseaux chantent aux cafés
de place de Lenche.
The chorus of passers-by,
animating the narrow streets.
J.C. FitzDerick 