The Bird Sings As If To Say

I Would Play Ball With Catherine, And Hide And Seek: Not A Very Challenging Game In An Open Meadow, But She Was Still At The Age Where She Believed That If She Shut Her Eyes And Buried Her Head Under A Shawl Then She Could Not Be Seen.

She Was Like A Mother To Me...and I Betrayed As A Daughter Will Betray Her Mother And Yet, Never Stop Loving Her.

Every Woman Has To Have Something Which Singles Her Out, Which Catches The Eyes, Which Makes Her The Center Of Attention. I Am Going To Be French.

I Turn Around From The Window And For The First Time I See Him... It Is Richard, Smiling At My Surprise. I Run To Him, Without Thinking What I Am Doing. I Run To The First Friendly Face That I Have Seen Since Christmas, And In A Moment I Am In His Arms And He Is Holding Me Tightly And Kissing My Face, My Closed Eyes, My Smiling Mouth, Kissing Me Till I Am Breathless And Have To Pull Away From Him.

She Is Melusina, The Water Goddess, And She Is Found In Hidden Springs And Waterfalls In Any Forest In Christendom, Even In Those As Far Away As Greece. (...) A Man May Love Her If He Keeps Her Secret And Lets Her Alone When She Wants To Bathe, And She May Love Him In Return Until He Breaks His Word, As Men Always Do, And She Sweeps Him Into The Depths With Her Fishy Tail, And Turns His Faithless Blood To Water. The Tragedy Of Melusina, Whatever Language Tells It, Whatever Tune It Sings, Is That A Man Will Always Promise More Than He Can Do To A Woman He Cannot Understand.