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Remember Paris When Remember Paris when we walked along the boulevard? It rained and we ran into the cafe where the fat waiter with oily hair and a thick moustache brought us hot espressos with lots of sugar. We sat holding hands and watched the foreign blondes making eye contact and smiling at the bar tender. A pout would often get them free drinks, accompanied by furtive glances as phone numbers, written on match boxes, were secretly exchanged. The rain stopped and we continued down the street, looking for an empty, dark doorway to curtain our first kiss -- our first moment of delight! Sometimes we met at the water's edge, under the bridge, away from spying eyes. You said I was your conquest, teased into reality by lips brushing my cheeks. I close my eyes..... the taste of onion soup, the smell of strong, unfiltered Gauloise cigarettes, the small park with the large trees and cobbled street that led to my attic room..... I am there with you Like scenes from an old, forgotten film, I hear you say again, "Je t'aime!" |
Additional Notes:
Paris in the 1950s was a wonderful time. I wanted to capture the contrast between
young love, innocent yet passionate, with the more "clandestine" side of "one-night
stands" as described in the second verse. I was that I was able to achieve
this. I am looking for lots of feedback on this and thank you for taking
the time to read and comment.
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