When San Francisco is foggy

When San Francisco is foggy It is a hilly city at the tip of a peninsula surrounded by the Pacific Ocean and San Francisco Bay. Down there ... there's a blue house Texts of poems to make you think, or to dream Images, videos to make you travel. Welcome to the blog of the little traveling prince.

When San Francisco is foggy

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It's a hilly town

at the tip of a peninsula

surrounded by the pacific ocean

and San Francisco Bay.

Over there…

There is a blue house

Leaning against the hill

We come there on foot, we don't knock

Those who live there threw away the key

We meet together

After years on the road

And we come to sit around the meal

Everyone is there at five in the evening
When San Francisco is foggy

When San Francisco lights up

next to the iconic Golden Gate Bridge

famous for your permanent fog

you have your Cable Cars

and your blue victorian houses

Leaning against the hill

We come there on foot, we don't knock

Those who live there threw away the key

San Francisco, where are you

Lizzard and Luc, Psylvia, wait for me

When San Francisco is foggy

When San Francisco lights up

Swimming in the fog

Entwined, rolling in the grass

We'll listen to Tom on the guitar

Phil in the kena, until the dark night

Another will arrive to tell us news

Of one who will return in a year or two

Since he is happy, we will fall asleep

When San Francisco rises

When San Francisco rises

San Francisco! where are you

Lizzard and Luc, Psylvia, wait for me

When San Francisco is foggy

When San Francisco lights up

wait for me

In the wake of the gold rush,

The Transamerica Pyramid

Everyone is there at five in the evening

I was waited for a night out

Temple Nightclub San Francisco,

Audio Nightclub,

F8 Nightclub & Bar,

But everything is closed

reason invoked Covid, morbid,

It's a blue house

Clinging to my memory

We come there on foot, we don't knock

Those who live there threw the key

Populated with long hair

Great beds and music

Populated by light, and populated by madmen

She'll be the last to stand

If San Francisco collapses

When San Francisco is foggy

When San Francisco lights up

If San Francisco collapses

San Francisco! Where are you

Lizzard and Luc, Psylvia, wait for me

Strongly inspired by the lyrics of the song San Francisco by Maxime Le Forestier that I love

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