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Paris, Do Not Cry!

Published on by Glorialana27 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for the strength not to cry now. The paintings of Kate Powell help me keeping my tears inside my eyes and asking for Paris to do the same.

Paris, please don’t cry!

We are not really gone,

We will see you again

In your children’s eyes.

Please, do not cry

Paris, please don’t cry!

Don’t be sad, but be brave.

Keep up your chin,

Do not be afraid.

Pain of loss

Paris, please don’t cry!

We know you are in pain –

Our blood is in Senna,

Your tears are endless…

tears

Paris, please don’t cry!

We are not really dead.

We will be in your heart.

We will be in your lungs.

open heart

Paris, please don’t cry!

Our hearts turn in flowers and lights –

The City of Lights can not be in darkness.

We are always be with you kissing your face…

Paris, please don’t cry!

But the Parisian sky
Is not cruel for long
So that he may be forgiven
He offers a rainbow.

We should believe in Humanity.

Je suis Paris. Tu est Paris. Nous sommes Paris.

Love in Paris

Published on by Glorialana17 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for Paris. This city is special in my destiny. I with my Dream Man had decided to marry there. You know I love to return to this happy time because the good memory of the crystal clearness about our future together works. It, this memory, works really good in a cloudy times.

We were walking hand in hand and Paris was our love song our heart were singing in unison. As on these wonderful paintings by French artist Jacques Guignard.

She plays

She plays the violin in happy dreams about Love.

He Dreams

He asks the Moon to help in finding her.

Together

They are together now and the rain is dancing in a joy to see them under an umbrella.

Paris

Their Love is blooming in Paris. But who is in blue? Nobody, just shade of fear to loose the feelings.

River

The river Senna has taken out all fears and Love freely flows in their hearts.

WeddingDance

Their wedding dance is waltz of Love, of course, by Strauss.

Miracle

Miracle have happened. The embodiment of Love is on the way. “Salut!” their daughter will say in French, because of Love in Paris.

Thank You for your light smile and a small tear from your eyes because of sweet memory we have just relived again.