XXLove letters

 

 

 

When I was talking and talking and talking,

 

Outside of the kingdom of one powerful king,

Days and nights were papers and numbers,

People refused to learn from each other words and lips,

They drew millions of floor plans,

They never planned to escape,

The above was the story,

An ambitious top hat told Francoise,

Behind the walls of its box,

Life was full of dust and worries,

 

Before Francoise became a ghost,

She was a lonely and homeless girl,

This is one way to say it,

She wanted her own home,

She would have arranged her own kitchen,

Her own table and stove,

It would have taken her to the seventh heaven of bliss,

‘Own’ means being happy,

When you are all alone,

 

Working long hours as a charwoman,

She had a roof over her head,

Her Monsieur was an author,

She was proud to serve an artist,

Being unable to read his manuscripts,

She had the greatest respect for his work,

 

She brought his milk and made his coffee,

She called for his letters, newspapers, cigars,

Not being a saint she exchanged gossip,

Confidentially with a concierge,

They talked about stray sheep,

Terrible godless creatures visiting the Monsieur,

Especially at lonely night,

 

His boots shone like two mirrors,

His breakfast was always good,

She was attentive to all his needs,

She was interested in his welfare,

When she dusted off his jackets and coats,

On top of her dusting care was a conceited top hat,

 

The top hat enjoyed being itself,

It admired itself without limits,

All wardrobe attention was well-deserved,

The topper remained the same,

It enjoyed telling tales calling them true and elegant stories,

They were a self-lover's rant,

 

It had a flamboyant life,

Its first owner was an actor,

His career went one direction,

That is to say it was never up,

He shot himself while cleaning a gun,

It was the end of one more entertainer,

 

It was a terrible way to start a glorious life.

 

 

 

 

 

How not to admire the people that never fail to impress. Neva eva. Bravissimo! Once a peacock, always a peacock!

 

 

 

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When you was so shiny,

 

 

He was a descendant of the glorious Knights Templar,

Knights were always attracted to wars and crusades,

They were also attracted to lonely sad ladies,

To dragons and Jesus Christ,

Often they got abusive,

Looking for Him in the Holy Land,

He couldn't ran into battle,

Because he didn't had a horse,

His Holy Land was Montmartre,

It had some Muslims,

It had no dragons,

In the absence of dragons,

He had an evil windmill that he systematically fought,

He put aside his shining armor,

Not because he hated wearing it,

Not because it was heavy,

He always wore with honor,

The legacy of his father,

He had to protect it from flour dust,

So he took it off,

It was his first greatest deed,

He understood,

Nobility was something that money could not buy,

Once a knight, always a knight,

He was a soldier,

He often scolded himself for being such a baby,

Sometimes himself cried for the moon,

He got angry,

He didn't bribed himself with a red lollipop,

He knew,

There are many invisible dragons to fight,

He didn't ask for second chances,

Second chances were only for cowards,

Third chances were only for fools,

He wasn't afraid of words,

He wasn't afraid of what they meant,

He preferred word striking like lances,

And then there she was,

I don't know why she was there,

She might have sold butter and milk,

She believed in the words and the tales,

She had heard on the banks of the Seine,

From her mother,

She touched his shining armor,

And no more he needed a lady in whose name to perform many great deeds,

They moved to the court of one powerful king,

They were successful in their endeavors,

The kingdom  ran like clockwork,

 

They didn't care about valuable papers and bills,

They didn't waste their days on handshakes and gold,

 

On an abacus and numbers.

 

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When I was turquoise,

 

 

Her mother gave birth to her,

On the banks of the Seine,

One moonlit night it happened,

It's how a baby sea turtle was born,

It's when spring lilac stars were dancing naked,

The exhausted sunlight snored,

It was pearl pink and tired,

It couldn't witness a thing,

On pearl lemon chiffon waters,

Millions of moons shimmered,

The turtle could take many shapes,

It was lime green magic,

She took her first little steps,

When she immersed herself in the Seine,

The rose sky was saddened,

Spring lilac stars cried,

'We have just lost our baby!'

The turtle was almost a woman,

A goldenrod mermaid,

Rippling ecstatic waters,

At mauve dawn she left the river,

She took bath in ivory silk morning dew,

In the buttery yellow pastures,

For the first time she saw a tropic teal cow,

She touched the good-natured creature,

'It is the job I can do',

She sold milk and dairy products,

Butter and baby blue cheese,

On the streets of pearl lavender Paris,

On the hill of Montmartre,

In the land of windmills,

Brightly colored and fluid brushstrokes taught her a lot of interesting things,

'Don't love the future,

Love only the present,

It's the only thing that we have,

Look only for love,

Watch out for contracts,

Give love and take it as well,

Learn to respect  your time and your heartache,

Don't compromise for the average, not much and OK,

Everything may happen if you don't analyze much,

She had a useful escapist talent,

She painted her life with colors,

She bought at retail,

In the shop of her mind,

Magic means finding a road in the place with no path,

In the land of windmills life kept rolling,

Time corn was properly ground,

One day she met him,

It was magic of one moonlit night.

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When 'In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.'

 

You were easily moved to tears by the dead,

By stars and by the moon,

You used to cry listening to dying music,

Nowadays you are cruel,

Nowadays you are like them,

I needed words,

You needed colors,

 I became your palette,

Nowadays you are like others,

Colorless, bored and sad,  

What did I want?

I wanted to know you loved me,

When your words touched my skin,

I wanted to know that I was wanted,

When your hands glided over my scream,

I wanted to know that time would stop,

When I unbuttoned my senses,

I wanted to see this look in your eyes,

It was more than one million words,

As usual eyes are underrated,

I wanted to hear your breath,

I would have been obsessed with a question,

‘Who wrote such beautiful music?’

Was it the silence of night?

Also silence is underrated,

I wanted to feel the touch of your hands,

They never lied in my presence,

I meant every word I didn’t say,

I didn’t want much,

At the very thought of you,

I wanted to feel a sweet tremor,

We sat on the bank of the Seine,

We watched the city go by,

It is the best pastime in Rome and Paris,

Joy wouldn’t have been  complete without a cone of Berthillon,  

Musicians played on the bridge,

 Do you know that promises cause complications?

Without them life would be so simple,

But I had given a promise,

It was the story about the thing we all desperately needed,

It praised the storm of mind,

It was about girls falling in love with angels,

It was about spirits not throwing an anchor,

Christmas witches, sea turtles turning into mermaids.

 

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When a bike on the wall means inertia,

 

 

Before you were famous,

Before your works cost a fortune,

Before La Nouvelle Athenes was a dream no more,

Before you were ready to die in my arms like Mimi,

Before you were infected with sadness,

It’s consumption of souls,

Before I cried like Rodolfo holding your dead body,

We planned to have an excursion,

To visit the place of love curse,

It was the Ile Saint-Louis,

I counted seconds until our next rendezvous,

I was Savior’s selfish version,

Before you were crushed by the walls,

We should have learned,

Teaching each other the art of leaving,

Before you went nuts because of the leaky faucet,

We should have learned how to leave the world,

How to leave the security of holey hugs,

Fears and terrible thoughts,

Letters and dedications,

How to say and to mean ‘till the end’,

How to leave without words,

How to leave the handshakes that haunted,

Fake happiness, screams and dotted good-byes,

Many times words are just comprehensible noises,

We should have learned what an hourglass tried hard to say,

To understand when our time was over,

To leave not taking with us either memories or mistakes,

To look deep into once loving eyes,

And to say ‘All nights and all songs will never belong to us’,

To take no umbrella,

It rained,

Even if it had hailed,

We should have learned how to run far away from a shelter,

  We should have learned to leave everything,

We used to believe it was true,

Maybe one day we would finally find the truth,

Leaving the songs we loved,

Leaving the places we knew,

Fantasy hates restrictions,

Long time ago we left looking for love,

It was bigger than Casablanca,

We did not compromise for anything less,

At last we arrived,

We didn’t know why we were there,

We didn’t know why they held us,

Learn to leave without fear,

Admit it,

 

The door opened,

 

I said,

‘Let’s go’.