La Barrio Manouche
She looked long at his pompadour...... her eyes were rivetted..... her mouth was agape... her senses captured.......
she'd been a lost child, walking the valleys of her mind, she'd been a nomad thru her life, smelling roses and cactus along the way....
she was all Mona, she spoke, she smelled..... she sang.... she emoted...... she expounded......
she smiled, it was incredible, it was faschinating, it was amazing, it was captivating, it WAS...........
the time was slowing down as the day went on, and she grew impatient......
she wore style on her fingertips, she swayed with the breeze, so did my guitar, at attention to her movement...
She was graceful, full of fire, her eyes full of desire, her passion overflowed from her bussom..... chitarra says it all for her......
instrumental gypsy jazz, guitara and bajo, comingle and come together to bring an energy upon the soul to be savored....