The Beauties of Sleep

July 17, 2008

I slept a half an hour or so last night-- up till 8am, slept for a bit, then up and running again. It's that wonderful, devious devil of guarana: sneaks into my blood stream and decides, yes Olga, you must write music, and now, the dawn be damned!

...honestly? I don't mind.

Here's the minute version of Great Escape-- the whole song is written in my head already, but I like the idea of these truncated poems before the finished story appears:

Olga Nunes - Great Escape

Lots of stories to tell-- I danced with 2000 people in Trafalgar Square and am now a Guinness World Record Breaker. I also got a sad phone call telling me that my bees have been swallowed by my own granddaughter. (Though I'm told that, hopefully, the Olga bees may be reborn come next winter. I'll take that as a good omen.)

And, lastly, lastly, thanks to all of you who voted! Feather will be up, all finished and shiny, for your hot little hands. (And maybe, if I'm lucky, with a few extra surprises to go with it.) I'm going to Dublin next week to frolic and sing and generally soak up the music off the streets of Ireland, which will be wonderful. (And maybe enough to distract me from the sadness of a thousand tiny bees changing their names...)

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