Nina simone

My puppy and I are enjoying Nina Simone together, this weekend: two of us, alone in the house, with loud music, curtains half draped, and a cup of starbucks coffee. The big, black and silky voice goes up to clouds and down to deep ocean, it is the only things travels at this lazy afternoon. And, now the puppy is sleeping heavenly around my feet, and music continues. (We shall do this every week!)


Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes
and the strongest hands
I love the ground on where he stands
I love the ground on where he stands

Black is the color of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
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