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Translation by a parisian girl:
“An Open Letter [to Paris.]
My dear friends, How can I thank you?
For open doors For gestures you are not even aware of (maybe)
For meals For hours that pass – somehow [formidable]
For this spring
Your thoughts, your cigarettes [Smoking kills]
But mostly (what is hard to say, of course)
For what I was looking for And that has always filled us with wonder And from what everyone is part of A part A half A whole
Happiness
(And – LEVALLOIS ! That’s it!)
Thank you.
Melissa”
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Translation by a parisian girl:
“An Open Letter [to Paris.]
My dear friends,
How can I thank you?
For open doors
For gestures you are not even aware of (maybe)
For meals
For hours that pass – somehow [formidable]
For this spring
Your thoughts, your cigarettes [Smoking kills]
But mostly
(what is hard to say, of course)
For what I was looking for
And that has always filled us with wonder
And from what everyone is part of
A part
A half
A whole
Happiness
(And – LEVALLOIS !
That’s it!)
Thank you.
Melissa”