Barbara

Barbara.
Thine is the grande dame brown
I address a message tonight.
Come to your castle of mist on the wings
your black eagle.

Barbara drizzle it on Brest, on the city as the port
And the poets who we are
On your songs are still dreaming.

Would I go to Nottingham Lake
Or Wood St. Amand?
order to plunge my soul
And deliver me from my torment.

Play me early cantata
Of your fingers white on black piano.
Or Sonata
Your affectionate caressing notes in the evening. Removes

me the pain of living
At Marienbad, take me.
Valser Vienna drunk
From time fragrance of lilacs.

Say, are you coming back Barbara?
Followed by the man in red.
Pierre said, is that he will be there? In my dark night
nothing moves.

Gauguin and Brel read your letter
Marquesas your sun is black. Amie
painters, poets, piano woman with big black eyes.

you, our lady brown
Be sure you do not forget you
the sun or under the moon
The most beautiful love story

is you. Anita



Portrait of singer Barbara based magazine illustration
Charcoal on watercolor paper
Domed acrylic varnish to protect from UV.