Parisian Fantasies
The air was so light and so French the light was so
French and so see-through
The French were themselves, with air and some lightness
And I was walking in zig-zag crossing the Seine and crossing back very slowly;
In my head so many memories which never
actually happened
And will never ever happen at all.
French and so see-through
The French were themselves, with air and some lightness
And I was walking in zig-zag crossing the Seine and crossing back very slowly;
In my head so many memories which never
actually happened
And will never ever happen at all.
posted by Singin'rin at 4:30 PM
4 Comments:
Have you ridden through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in your hair?
Well,Iv'e ridden through Paris in a (Metro) car with hardly ANY air at all.. ;) But I do like your idea a lot.. Got any nice friends with nice cars there? :D
I would love to claim credit for it but it comes from The Ballad of Lucy Jordan by Marianne Faithful
Well, so maybe SHE can arrange something then .. (Anyways, I think sports cars are way overrated!) :p
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