Franz Liszt
Franz Liszt
how your melodies persist—
in my head valses oubliées
echo along the Budapest alleyway.
Ah, Budapest…such a lovely city. When I romanticize the life of the bohemian artist, my fantasies are always set in Budapest.
Ah, Budapest…such a lovely city. When I romanticize the life of the bohemian artist, my fantasies are always set in Budapest.