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Paris, Winter 1994


JTParreira

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JTParreira

Paris in that night had the light

distributed for the drops of rain

 

Sartre and Beauvoir were not there

 

In Café de Flore, three or four

spoons of sugar drowned

the bitter taste of the coffee, they drank it

first my eyes as a ritual, my lips later

 

In my language I would write

a previsible poem

 

Other times, Paris was a bluish air bit.

 

 

J.T.Parreira

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This one has some original images and expressions. I especially like the first couplet and the last line:

Paris in that night had the light

distributed for the drops of rain ...

 

Other times, Paris was a bluish air bit ....

I remember this one from the old board. Thanks for sharing it again here.

 

Tony

Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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Aleksandra

Yes lovely poem and good because you post in two languages.

This one have some special sense.

 

Thank you for sharing Joao.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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