Paris..
at night
They cross paths..
without seeing each other
He goes, drives him jaguar
On the bridge, go home
Go back to the left shore
Verdant avenue de Marigny
After a New Years Eve
Au Fouquet's bar
clientele v.i.p,
Laurent Perrier
Champagne.. .
In the parking lot
He leaves the car
His english car
Go upstairs,
enter his home
The Effel tower,
on its thirty-one .
Shines under its
rhinestones of light
Light up his nice loft,
light up the bedroom
Him, exhausted from this sleepless wonderfull night
Fall asleep slips into dreams
The other guy.. between
Right shore, left shore
under the royal bridge
under the shining stars
Lying on the boxes, the canvas
Without address without roof
The shooting star slips in the sky
He makes a wish to each of them
He has done so much
since the time
But they run away,
Deaf, falling plunging
In the belly of the Seine ...
The broken mirror.
of Paris..
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