Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Biscarosse Plage



I was on my way
With three friends
17 years old
Heading for France

We took a map
And dropped the pencilpoint
On Biscarosse Plage
North of Biarritz

My curly long hair turned red
By swimming in a sea full of waves
Waves not just high
But real surfer waves

In the evening late
We danced at the beach
Avec les demoiselles
Had sangria at the fire

Biscarosse Plage, you stole my heart
And ran away with it
That's why the next year 
I came back to you

Lovely little village
Hidden behind the dunes
Biscarosse, you charmed me too
Actually, you still do


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