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| Fountain de la Concorde |
I
feel deep inside that the womanly
fountain isn’t dry,
not yet.
Because
I still want do drink from it...
I
close my eyes and,
Yes,
It
is still there,
that special water,
that nectar running
through my lips;
and
it feels like a caress to my mouth,
just
like an inspiration to a thirsty Bedouin!
And
like a dream,
the same way that it came into sight,
that mirage is gone!
Why
did I open my eyes?
I
am still thirsty.
No
female fountains around,
and
being up my desert is no longer,
no
more dunes of illusion,
or
palm trees of reality;
all
I have are figment of my own imagination.
My
walk today is a solitaire journey into my own world,
focused
on the detail of each single moment
yet to come.
Through
the streets of life,
I have walked
unremittingly,
I
have no more borders to cross,
and
now I listen to my almost tired heart asking me to sit down!
So
I did.
And
just like a no longer stranger
I
was at the end of this very special thoroughfare,
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| Foto by Eddie |
smiling,
waiting for that astounding drink!
grasping
that I had to walk this far just to know that all I had to do
was
to park my heart safely at the end of your road,
where
the fountain always was.
Something
really chic – I wrote this while resting by the Fontaines de la Concorde,
summer 2002.
The Water
Fountain de la Concorde are two monumental fountains located in the
Place de la Concorde in the center of Paris. They were designed by Jacques
Ignace Hittorff, and completed in 1840 during the reign of King Louis-Philippe.