Paris,2014

Near Notre Dame, a double coffee six euros.

My life can not be balanced by euros,

and my heart cannot be paid.

It will remain open just the same as my mouth

which should be shut most of the time.

But i am the one to decide.

And feeling is the first thing for me.

All else is secondary.

Paris, 2014, a journey against odds, aren't they all?

I thought i come here pure and in a new innocence.

Ready to experience. i am, but . 

The past spoils the present,

only me thrown back to myself,

and a sadness goes with this.

I share my life with myself. 

I wanted for once something else,

share my complete being with another one.

This appears now impossible.

Alas, i changed already, so it is not so hard to bear.

Just hard.

I enjoy my coffee in this shabby bar.

Good morning, Paris,

I don't belong here.

Good morning,

....