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The Street Lamps Of Monparnas...

Contributed by nightmagnoly on Saturday, 20th August 2011 @ 11:27:15 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



The street lamps
of Monparnas...
And the wet paving stones,
are now different.
Actually - the same.
The old Paris sighs
under the hat of the cathedrals.
And the boulevard –
full early in the morning
Like a glass of "Bordeaux”,
drunk by the clock.
Ads on the glass buildings
still remember how
behind the turbid windows
silhouettes of cares
and generous poverty -
leaned by
a crushed stove
pose – the lack
and empty hope
in the eyes of a child.
Ragamuffin.
And bread is needed ...

Paris --
mad and sad ...
Dead as the old dancer,
found near trash bins.
Under a starry dome
of canvases,
in paintings without frames
put names
of street artists
painting per franc
portraits of tourists.
He loves early in the morning
bread and buns,
baked by an immigrant.
An Arab.
A Bulgarian.
And a dog.
Whatever. To have a newspaper.
А pot of coffee.
The subway to work.
The wind with a corded bow
plays false
its own "Adazhio"
faded in the vault
under Notre Dame ...
And early in the morning, all Paris
smells of French bread and beds,
sunk of shame in white.
Now you are selling...
My hopes.
And you are begging alms
from the bookworm.
(They asked - underwear
to be folded as needed ...)
His wife, at 8 sharp,
expected him to be there.
You set your legs apart for an hour.
After everything - a cigarette.
You count money.
A door is closed.
The key – to the reception.
And the illuminated to pain
mad boulevard,
is waiting for you with taxis.
With ads.
And doors.
Locked for you.
The river is expecting you,
Like a home,
To shelter you inside.




Copyright © nightmagnoly ... [ 2011-08-20 23:27:15]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: The Street Lamps Of Monparnas... (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Sunday, 21st August 2011 @ 07:33:38 PM AEST
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Wow...this has great potential. It makes me want to rewrite in my style. lol! And I have never been to Paris.

ming


Re: The Street Lamps Of Monparnas... (User Rating: 1 )
by nightmagnoly on Monday, 22nd August 2011 @ 11:43:36 AM AEST
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Thank you, me neither! :-)




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