“…I’m still looking forward to spending time with you – your river Seine and your streets, your language and your artists, your slow change that is single-handedly capable of comforting me when capitalist propaganda nags me with ‘produce and progress’ while all I want is to walk, perhaps in peace, definitely in love…” (En savoir plus)
Tag: paris writing
To Vienna
“I think London is waiting for me, with its theatres and River Thames, with love in its air again because I’ll be around again with the usual Parisian sass and finesse. Maybe I’ll give Vienna a visit too, simply because someone beautiful mentioned it on a beautiful morning…” (En savoir plus)
Embrace
“Almost greedily, Paris, I am consuming everything that is beautiful and temporary this morning has to offer for me – everything that is music, everything that is light, everything that is warm, everything that is carnal, and in the process, I feel your embrace embodied. Who knew love isn’t in anything eternal?” (En savoir plus)
It feels quiet
“Can one be on the wrong path when wishing only good things? Can one be on the wrong path wishing no harms on others? Is it enough – wishing and wanting? And which ‘others’ – is there only one? I feel that my questions about the world are no longer fake…” (En savoir plus)
My liberated love
“Now, after waves of pain, guilt, and even anger, which surprised my heart a little, I know my rational conviction, my principles are what soothe my pain, because they give meaning to it and meaning is as important as life itself, if not more…” (En savoir plus)
Je suis prête
“I have now learned that it is always there, Paris – the calm, the peace, the joy. It’s only a matter of cultivating and maintaining it at every moment, even when it’s supposed to be a challenging moment. And that, my dear, is the secret of life – only joking…” (En savoir plus)
My dancing heart
“…walked a little along the Seine, spying Notre Dame in the distance with giddiness in my body before picking up mini viennoiseries from the local boulangerie. I am now back in bed, sitting here not feeling blue, spilling my heart to you: Paris, Paris, que je m’en fou!” (En savoir plus)
Quiet joy
“Joyfully, Paris, I know that everything that I am is gaining momentum. Like clouds, as beautiful as ones I saw above Van Gogh’s grave in Auvers-sur-Oise, gathering and getting thicker. When it rains, it pours. Well, or it drizzles, like English rain – quietly, persistently, joyfully. Either way, Paris, I’m already wet…” (En savoir plus)
A home at last!
“I now feel so embraced while embracing all my Parisian phases—the ‘young and abandoned’ Dina, the ‘unhappily-married’ Dina, the ‘reborn and rebellious’ Dina, the ‘single and not on the dating apps’ Dina, the ‘insatiable Londoner girlfriend’ Dina, and the current phase I haven’t got a label for yet…” (En savoir plus)
Unfolding
“I started writing for Imagined Paris again after years that same month and I understand now how something seemingly so little and so insignificant could be the thing that ties everything up together. I mean, how many of you are listening to this right now? Just you? Wonderful – you are so significant!” (En savoir plus)
Reprise
“Today, I understand why it didn’t take long to feel this way again—free, in love, clear. If anything, it should have been instantaneous, once I reached her within. It’s reaching her that I, perhaps, was out of practice at. Only slightly, fortunately…” (En savoir plus)
Si jamais, t’as ton cœur
“Broken but intact, I imagine myself walking along the Seine, or some unknown stream, somewhere, with a full-bodied smile from my heart to my face, and perhaps a little dance every now and then too. Like someone in love, like someone free, for I’ll be one with clarity…” (En savoir plus)
Imagined Paris 