LA VILLE INCONNUE

la ville inconnue, by edith piaf, which when translated into english, reads like so:

"in a strange town I love nothing. i wander in streets that are too long, almost endless, or get lost among the wharves and sidestreets or the empty boulevards. then between two houses i hear the racket of a long train crossing a bridge to nowhere. in a strange town, night and day, i wander like that lost dog. people pass by as if they wanted to get away from me, and have no time to smile...in a strange city when night comes I am afriad of these bare gray walls, afraid of this hotel, of the cold bed and the cruel morning that will waken me! i would like to sleep even through the day with my memories of love. in a strange town i think of you; but do you remember me - a little?"

i really need to start having sex again before this strange town ties my tubes.