What does a fool do in the city of lights?
Does he drink his fill of the good wine?
does he eat and savours each bite?
does he raise his eyes to see the sky?
does he notice the delicate blanket of clouds
resting over the chimneys tops, colours of ashes and dusty roses,
can a sight so old sooth his wanting heart?
Are the banks of the famous river washing away
his sins? does he feel the smart and worldly
fool he imagined himself there, before he came,
while sitting in theatres from a different time?
is he flirting with a slender leg passing
as he sits at a charming corner cafe,
early in the morning when sleep doesn't come?
Does a fool think of home with longing or disgust,
out there in the city that doesn't know his name?
And the 'she' version:
What does a fool do in the city of lights?
Does she drink her fill of the good wine?
does she eat and savours each bite?
does she raise her eyes to see the sky?
does she notice the delicate blanket of clouds
resting over the chimneys tops, colours of ashes and dusty roses,
can a sight so old sooth her wanting heart?
Are the banks of the famous river washing away
her sins? does she feel the smart and worldly
fool she imagined herself there, before she came,
while sitting in theatres from a different time?
is she flirting with a slender face passing
as she sits at a charming corner cafe,
early in the morning when sleep doesn't come?
Does a fool think of home with longing or disgust,
out there in the city that doesn't know her name?
Thursday, April 11, 2013
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