On a tiny island in the blue sea a villa built
by a tycoon to entertain his famous mistress.
He had the money she had the voice and
journalists had much to write about, fame is
attractive makes even the boring interesting.
Time passes, few talks about them no more
the villa is neglected, shuttered windows,
leaking roof, petrified roses in a vase and
dust that slowly dances when the house sighs.
The once perfect garden is a jungle, wild cats,
snakes and scorpions lurking in the grass.
Not much news emits from the dark rooms of
the villa… but the great voice of the singer
lingers, tells a story of those who had too much,
flew too high, and for the tycoon his world fell
from the sky; the rest is silence.
