Life in the old Montmartre,

to drink to Love and Life,

to share lust with artists,

blend into their paintings,

oblivious to space and time.

To live for love and lust,

to love and lust so as to live,

to lose and win with a smile,

to love a writer, seduce men

and also turn down a prince.

To live in spiralling pleasure,

to linger in fading minutes,

to dance through the night,

just to welcome the sunrise,

inebriated with new beginnings.