Paris, la nuit et moi... Paris, the night and I...
By Paolo Pizzimenti
29 Mar 2008
Sometimes is very hard to write the love and passion I feel for this extraordinary city, maybe my pictures can give an idea. Some Paris friends of mine said that I have the ability to see a Paris which they never see. I wrote already about her and her hidden places, places which normally tourists will not visit. I've already expressed my joy to get back in this city which receives me like a lover, which is never miser to offer herself to me and which never has and will never delude me. Paris is magic for her poetry, her million lights, for the life which never stops for a while. Paris has a very intense daylife, people all around, walking, running, working, smiling, shouting, sitting, catching metro, jumping on buses, living in all the possible ways and I like all of this, I like her "Verve" but Paris gets magic when the night comes.
When the sun sits down and french language has a very nice way to call the sunset "Le coucher du soleil" ( When the sun gets asleep ) She turns everything into a light and luminous atmosphere, an atmosphere which charms you and you are lost, you get weak in presence of her night's suite. Like a queen she wears the magic costume of the night, she's shining as never before, she's ready to catch you and to get you along with herself and you feel lost facing the magic of Paris night.
Paris tells you stories and you listen to her with attention and you're thirsty, thirsty to learn, to discover, to see and to dream...
She runs and you run with her, she stops and you stop, she laughs and you laugh, she screams like a baby and you scream, she kisses you and you kiss her...
Life's a dream and Paris helps you to keep this dream lasting longer...
Paris je t'aime,Paris I love you and I will never stop to love you.
