“I guess there isn’t really much to say about being okay, is there? Except the list of contrasting states to being okay – like being anxious to breath you whatever I do, but then I might suddenly not be okay anymore half way through the list…” (En savoir plus)
Tag: paris
I have nothing, Paris
“Do you even want to be with me knowing how unlight I can be, or am I only this heavy because I’m not there with you, fully? Either way, how can I even breathe regularly knowing that my lung and my heart belong to your bohemian air?…” (En savoir plus)
I don’t miss Paris
“…I can dream when I’m here, about anything; I just close my eyes, regulate my breathing, sometimes put on some non-jazz music, and see what I want to achieve and I know I’ll achieve it, like all the things I’ve achieved without you since I left you…” (En savoir plus)
L for London
” I am with you now; I’m in this with you. I no longer want to be a hero; I don’t want to be rescued anymore. I just want to breathe and grow…..” (En savoir plus)
It’s been three days….
“It’s been three days since Le Festin Nu, since Katie; I have been busy with one translation deadline after another, mild social events like sports day et cetera, and busy driving around for my duties already. In fact, driving is probably my chance to relax since I got back in the English countryside – ‘tis true!” (En savoir plus)
Parce que Paris sera toujours Paris
“But Paris is a reverse universe to me; when I fall apart here it usually means I will find magic soon. We’ll see, because there is no rain tonight …” En savoir plus
Closure and ouverture
“I guess life is like learning to swim and then swimming across the ocean, you should die in the middle of trying to go further, and further.
And further…” En savoir plus
L’after
“That moon, I don’t normally look up but that night I saw it clearly with my whole being, shivering inside from the existential split between the chaotic carpe diem and my innate principal of order and harmony….” En savoir plus
A skint Parisian and La Coupole
“It is now 1659 and most of the customers have finished their long lunch and left. So everyone, the gentlemen in bowties, comes and say hello to me. I ask why aren’t there paintings anymore on the walls. They say “mais vous êtes le tableau !” Ah, where ever is Picasso when I need him!” … En savoir plus
Je me déguise et je me cache
“In Paris, being alone has become a privilege and staying home is a luxury I cannot always afford. I know it is important to be in touch with the world and keep expanding my connections, but every soul needs some time on its own…” En savoir plus
J’aimerais être seule
“But I never succeed at making something light, let alone plain. Instead, I made serious, sophisticated soup with various spices and ingredients, just like my mother did. It does let me down a bit…” En savoir plus
The magic of Paris
“The whole time I kept saying to these gentlemen how grateful I was to meet them by total chance, and they kept saying it was them who were so grateful. They also said, upon my lines: now we see you, little girl!…” En savoir plus
Imagined Paris 