Saturday, 23 October 2010

A little girl plays music on the street (Antwerp)

Who are you little girl? Who have you come here with? 
Who bought this sax for you? Who taught you how to play music? Who will spend the money that people give you?

Who will judge this sin?
I'd rather give you a kiss than some coins. They won't be able to use my kiss for their dirty business.
Little girl, I need you to promise me that when you are a woman you are still innocent and pure. Before continuing my walk I need to know that your music will always be so beautiful like your little face.
Bye, bye, little girl.

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