paris, you take me into your guts, you mourn with me, you cry with me, you hear, HEAR me.. here hear me.. my love, tender yet, love, here i am loving your night rains, marathoning through your boulevards that end on a horizon line, finally, alas, i don't have to run there, i am home, in you, my love, - paris, can you wipe all that has been before you? all.. there is no need for memories. with you.. there is air and height, and nobility and rhythm that i crave so much, my paris, no more no memories, no past ,and no thanks, no future.. just to lose myself in your rains, and be washed away every night in your Seine, float by your palaces, by your bridges, rain falling on my face.. goodbye clocks, phones, goodbye tomorrow, last night... hello today.. today is the only day that you need when paris is holding you in its hands.. take it easy...
8 minutes of the 8th of December 2009.
