Cold as ice

She walks,
Between machines and white coats,
And oh hapless boy, dazzling.
My days go by as my last drop of hope.

But, time stands still,
I am part of the backstage
And she is main actress of this show,
Everyday, constant like a clock.

She walks,
Blind and mute in her own world.
Where this mad man craves a gaze or a word.
Waiting for the attention that never comes.

In despite of the odds, even noticed,
I am just a shadow in oblivion.
One last goodbye,
But not her first hello.

She walks,
Leaving me frozen, (icebound),
In the warmest color I have ever seen.
A blue as cold as the ocean
that nevertheless melts my soul.

An she walks.

Lumière du soleil

From here, fly high and far, so far,
come back to your streets, old city,
running in montmartre embraced by the art,
get in any cafe, maybe, des deux moulins.

Enjoy the cheapest créme brûlée,
lie down in Les Champs-Élysées,
touch the sky in the Eiffel tower,
sit by Notre Dame, breath and repeat. 

Wait.

Get lost where nobody finds us,
See how the sun die in the Seine's waters.
Hold strong my hand, walk by my side,
books, walk, pictures and keep walking around.

Pause. 

Stand in any museum bench.
No money in our pockets.
It's our little paradise, tournée en france.
We don't care, nowadays, who dares?

Two tourists, two wanderers,
two lovers, two friends, 

two strangers.
Paris, take me with you
and find me again.