Red Bolero
I wanted to buy a red bolero ... you know one of these red boleros, damassed, not so thick .. the ones that,in Arles, ladies used to wear on parade's day ... they wore the Cross of Arles, with gold and rubis ... gold for glory and red for blood ... Christ 's gold and blood !
An on parade's day, they used to walk among horses but far from small bulls ... they wirlhed like flowers under the guardians' feverish hat ... and sometimes, they dare to forget a small pink handkerchief on their way home...
I wanted to buy a red bolero ... you know one of these red boleros, damassed, not so thick .. the ones that,in Arles, ladies used to wear on parade's day ... they wore the Cross of Arles, with gold and rubis ... gold for glory and red for blood ... Christ 's gold and blood !
An on parade's day, they used to walk among horses but far from small bulls ... they wirlhed like flowers under the guardians' feverish hat ... and sometimes, they dare to forget a small pink handkerchief on their way home...
Special thanks to The Costières de Nîmes for having created it for me !

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