Je cherche ton âme
ou peut-être la mienne
autour de ces pierres
parmi ces visages…
ou peut-être la mienne
autour de ces pierres
parmi ces visages…
I am searching for your soul
or perhaps for mine
or perhaps for mine
around these stones,
among these faces…
Ant and angel,
I cradle the weight
of History
I cradle the weight
of History
in my heart,
and wonder
which Louis
has just stepped
onto this old new bridge,
not so long ago,
in that blink of an eye
that measures centuries.
and wonder
which Louis
has just stepped
onto this old new bridge,
not so long ago,
in that blink of an eye
that measures centuries.
Forever in awe
I stand,
I stand,
at your light
and your darkness,
and your darkness,
knowing that,
beyond the beauty
and the arrogance,
beyond the beauty
and the arrogance,
beyond the grandeur
and the misery,
the trees are the same,
the pigeons,
the people…
and the misery,
the trees are the same,
the pigeons,
the people…
Je cherche ton âme
et la mienne…
et la mienne…
We are old souls -
and new.
and new.
18 comments:
Ah, Paris! My trip could only have been better had it lasted longer. It sounds as if you loved it as much as I. Welcome back.
I loved the pic of the pigeons. What a shot.
Great words to accompany beautiful pictures.
"beyond the grandeur
and the misery,
the trees are the same,
the pigeons,
the people…"
Such wise words...
PS: I've read and commented on all the 158 entries at CoN.
Your's would've still made it on my top 5. :)
How well you say it, Karen... *sigh*
But, it's also good to be back! :-)
Aniket, you, my friend, are incredibly kind. Thank you! :-) I'll try to read as many stories as I can.
It is good to go and revisit the ancient places that new souls inhabit and mingle with them that have been there for a time...welcome back and happy you traveled well and safely with your family.
Welcome home Vesper. I also loved the pigeon shot. And your poem! I love the conclusion.
Wow. Beautiful pics. I have to say the two pigeons was my favorite though.
Sounds like you had an amazing time. Thanks for the lovely photos of your journey.
Very nice! Thanks for the pictorial and lyrical tour.
You have such a romantic soul, Vesper. Welcome back. You were missed.
wb v... i see your vacation was grand :)
Hey there! Welcome back! I hope the holiday filled your soul and your senses (it appears to have done both beautifully!)
Just wanted to tell you that I loved your In Vino Veritas story. It was a delight (I should've known you would use time travel so elegantly!)
Mark, while there, I was thinking a lot about who endured best, the kings who left their effigies everywhere or the anonyms on whom they were built... . Thank you for your good thoughts.
Thank you, Cat. Yes, those pigeons are so sweet... You can see their warm roundnes...
Thanks, Charles! I love the pigeons! :-)
It was excellent, L.A.. Thanks for being here! :-)
Thank you, Bernard! :-)
Rick, I'm afraid I'm an incurable romantic... Thank you, amd welcome back to you too, my friend. :-)
It was! Thank you, LW! :-)
Thank you, Aine. It was a great holiday, indeed.
I'm so very glad you liked my story. Thank you for your wonderful comment. :-)
Beautiful images and magical words - so glad you're back, Vesper! xx
Simply lovely. I love the pidgeon pic!
We do feel young and old in Paris. A part of something much bigger than ourselves that flows as calmly and steadily as the Seine. I so love it too, Vesper.
It did me a world of good to see your beautiful photos. I'm so glad you and your family were able to soak up some of the light. And share it with us. :)
I know it's hard...but can you think of a favorite spot?
Thank you, Vanilla! In many ways it's good to be back...
xoxoxo
Thank you, Blonde Duck. They're cute, aren't they? :-)
Sarah, weird this feeling, isn't it? I keep thinking about it, I'm glad you had it too... But I'm afraid I can't answer your question - it was everything, each detail in its own way, a mixture of admiration and outrage, of transcendence and opressive weight... I didn't have this feeling in Rome. There I cried when I first saw the Forum, but the antiquity (and Italy) had for me a pagan lightness that is lost, in France, in the tremendous stones of the Middle Ages...
I loved the linden trees, all in bloom, and their honeyed fragrance...
God I love Paris.
You just broke my heart and made me cry. How perfect!!!
Love it!
XOXO
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
(in particular, that shot of the sunset over the Seine and Notre Dame... that's the one that brought the tears)
Scarlett, you know, when I posted this I was hoping you would see it... I'm glad you did! Thank you. I love Paris.
xoxoxo
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