Category - Parlez-moi d'amour...

An Encounter... on the Métro...

He... was...

Tall...

Handsome...

My eyes... from under my hat... happened to notice his appreciative look...

His gaze was not... without humour... "un regard amusé"... engaging me to reciprocate in a... "moment"... while travelling on the Métro heading to Saint-Germain-des-Prés...

Magnetic blue eyes... flirting with the idea of two strangers on a train...

My heart... skipped a beat...

Exciting... thrilling...

Enticing...

A Love... Without Limit...

I'm... in a constant

State of... missing... missing...

Missing... Him.

I can't... think

I can't... work

I can't... function...

It's just a never-ending... state of being.

An... infrastructure

Of... numbness

A state of... thinking of him...

Our... Silent Love...

Our... silent...

Love...

Enchanting...

Haunting...

That...

Doesn't... fade...

Never... not...

A... moment...

Think... live...

Breath...

Togetherness...

At... dawn...

As... the sun rises...

Will I Be... Seeing You...

Will... I...

Be... seeing you...

In... every...

Small... café...

In... every...

Quartier...

This... New year...

In the... Marais...

Montmartre... St. Germain-des-Prés...

I'll be... seeing you...

In every... passing cloud...

The sun... as it rises...

Over... roof tops...

"A... Paris"...

The Very Thought.. The Mere Idea...

The... very...

Thought...

The... mere...

Idea...

You... inspire...

Makes... me...

Desire...

Your... presence...

"Votre... essence..."

Do... I...

Remind... you...

Of... that...

Too...

Turbulent... Emotions...

Anguished... emotions...

Turbulent...

Dazed...

A crescendo... reaching... screeching...

Powerful... classic "oeuvre"...

Conducted...

Troubled... confused...

Rock-bottom... depression...

"Coco & Igor"... A Passionate Affair...

For... a brief...

Interlude...

Coco Chanel... and...

Igor Stravinsky...

Had an... affair...

It was... 1920...

A dangerous... liaison...

Stravinsky... was a married man...

What... If....

What... if...

I don't... see you...

Tomorrow...

What... if...

NOT...

A Shade... of Sadness...

A... shade...

Of... sadness...

Follows... me...

Nights... days...

How... lonely...

Is... life...

Without... you...

Your... shadow...

Follows me... haunts me...

A... Brief Moment...

A... brief moment...

Since... last together...

It's been... months...

Days... hours...

Moments...

Since... we were...

In... a brief...

Encounter...

Rome - "The Way We Were"

Paris is my love...

Rome - my soul.

I'm spending a lovely weekend in the "eternal city" with Carlos, my still devastatingly handsome Italian ex-boyfriend.

We met, when I visited Rome as a university student, accompanied by my giggling fellow students and our professor.

It was a case of "love at first sight".

Ciel de Paris... My Eyes Grey Blue...

"Ciel... de Paris"...

The... skies...

Of... Paris...

Miss... you...

Just... like...

Me...

An Ode... to Love...

My... love...

Has... left me...

Reeling... parched...

Without...

Feeling...

A... wasteland...

A... deserted...

Desert...

Life...

As... imagined...

You're My Poem... You're My Prayer....

There is... this man...

The... tall...

The... dark...

The... magnetic...

He's... 'the one'...

He's... 'the love'...

Who occupies... my mind...

What Remains... of... Our Love...?

"Que reste t'il de... nos amours..."

What is left... of our love...

What remains... of our memories...

That never... cease...

Your tender words... whispering love...

Caressing my hair... of blonde...

Our embrace... passionate as the night...

While you hold me tight...

What is left of...

Our... beautiful moments...

Enigmatic... Ethereal... Is Our Love...

Due to... my pain...

You've become... a memory...

Your expression... your smile...

Have... diminished...

Nearly... faded...

Your voice... your touch...

Have... tenderly...

Disappeared...

So... sad...

So... glad...

That... we met...

"Joyeaux... Anniversaire"....

"Joyeaux... Anniversaire"...

To

Lettre de Paris'

Unique...

Enchanting...

"a."...

A Love... That Is... Unique....

A love... that is...

"Pudique"...

Discreet...

A love... that is...

Unique...

Why...

Do... you...

Haunt... me...

Taunt... me...

Desert... me...

You... torture...

My... thoughts...

Yet...

Fill me with...

That... feeling...

Unsurpassed...

My Painting... of the Dark Labyrinths of the Mind...

Dark... labyrinths...

Of... the mind...

A black place... of shadows...

Mystery...

Enigma...

It is a... black on grey...

Painting...

I have... painted...

Love Under... the... Magnolia Tree....

"Parting... is such...

Sweet... sorrow"...

Said...

Juliet... to... Romeo...

Shakespeare's...

Legendary... play...

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