"She rings like a bell through the night..."

"Wouldn't you love
to love her?"

Isabella Rossellini passed us in the hallway today. She emerged from a doorway behind me and in the middle of his sentence, Pedro whispered, "Don't look!"

He whispered, "Oh, god!"

She was stunning. I said, out loud: "She's beautiful." It was involuntary; it spilled out of my mouth; it was necessary.

I came home to tell PF but he was asleep. He was in dreams; he was
already in psychic frequency.

TRACK LISTING: Fleetwood Mac, "Rhiannon"