Há cem anos, nascia a maior e mais soberana diva da música: Billie Holiday
by Lily
Billie, em
1951, by Louis McKay
“What can purge my heart
Of the song
And the sadness?
Of the song
And the sadness?
What can purge my heart
But the song
Of the sadness?
But the song
Of the sadness?
What can
purge my heart
Of the sadness
Of the song?
Of the sadness
Of the song?
Do not
speak of sorrow
With dust in her hair,
Or bits of dust in eyes
A chance wind blows there.
The sorrow that I speak of
Is dusted with despair.
Voice of muted trumpet,
Cold brass in warm air.
Bitter television blurred
By sound that shimmers–
Where?”
With dust in her hair,
Or bits of dust in eyes
A chance wind blows there.
The sorrow that I speak of
Is dusted with despair.
Voice of muted trumpet,
Cold brass in warm air.
Bitter television blurred
By sound that shimmers–
Where?”
Langston Hughes em Song for Billie Holiday