Monday, August 07, 2006

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.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Gert said...

Have you ridden through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in your hair?

3:56 PM  
Blogger Singin'rin said...

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

11:39 PM  
Anonymous Gert said...

I would love to claim credit for it but it comes from The Ballad of Lucy Jordan by Marianne Faithful

4:36 PM  
Blogger Singin'rin said...

Well, so maybe SHE can arrange something then .. (Anyways, I think sports cars are way overrated!) :p

9:52 PM  

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