Demoiselle De Paris

“Oh Paris of the 70s full of volatile nymphs, of overflowing inspiration poets and singers who sang to life and women who gave them more life ….. how beautiful you were Paris!”

From the misunderstood Germanic land and pushed by my brother, I came to the light of Paris on a sunny spring afternoon. Street musicians come from distant lands, coffee-gatherings everywhere, but above all, women; women who rather seemed to float, who exhaled a defiant detachment in their look and in their way of dressing and that when they spoke, caressed your ears. Everything in Paris was an open world, a breath of poetry, love and freedom. There I met her, tiny and insatiable. It was close to paradise.