Diario de Patti Smith en París

October 2, 2006
PARIS DIARY

It is morning in Paris. I have had my coffee, a poached egg, a bit of bread and fruit. I am headed for the Montparnasse graveyard to visit the likes of Baudelaire, Brancusi and Susan Sontag.

It is sunny and cold and bells are sounding. I am staying on the square where Victor Hugo wrote Les Miserables. The color of the leaves are turning. It is truly autumn.

I write these few words as a mere greeting, reaching across the sea. When I return I will write again of my small and great adventures in the marvelous city of light.

Ask the Angels

Moooooove! Ask the angels who they're calling,

Go ask the angels if they're calling to thee
Ask the angels while they're falling
Who that person could possibly be

And I know you got the feeling,
You know, I feel it crawl across the floor
And I know it got you reelin'
And honey honey the call is for war
And it's wild wild wild wild.

Everybody got the feelin'
You know the feeling and it's stronger each day
Everybody wants to be reelin'
And baby baby I'll show you the way

And I know it's hard sometimes,
You got a piece and hit across the sky
And I know it's hard sometimes
And world war is the battle cry
And it's wild wild wild wild

Across the country through the fields
You know I see it written 'cross the sky
People rising from the highway
And war war is the battle cry
And it's wild wild wild wild.

Armageddon, it's gotten
No savior jailer can take it from me
World ending, it's just beginning
And rock and roll is what I'm born to be
And it's wild wild wild wild
Wild wild wild wild
Wild wild wild wild
Wild wild wild wild

Ask the angels if they're startin' to move
Comin' in droves in from L.A.
Ask the angels if they're starting to groove
Lightning as armor and it's today
It's wild wild wild wild
Wild wild wild wild
Wild wild wild wild
Wild wild wild wild.

Patti Smith