Knight de la Ficelle
On the dusty roads Ficelle sang. He invents his choruses with his daily life, his setbacks and his gains
On the dusty roads Ficelle sang. He invents his choruses with his daily life, his setbacks and his gains
All the old folks are losing their heads. What do you think? Why would I be an exception?
“I have raised women! I have dared flames!” (Cahiers Ficelle, unpublished)