t is springtime and there is a presence in the room. There, lying sprawled under a lilac tree, I can see Nina Simone pouring her heart into a secret recipe – one that she hopes will transport her back to her lost lover.
t is springtime and there is a presence in the room. There, lying sprawled under a lilac tree, I can see Nina Simone pouring her heart into a secret recipe – one that she hopes will transport her back to her lost lover.