The hidden Paris - A journery through an unusual Paris
By Paolo Pizzimenti
15 Aug 2007
Paris La Ville Lumière, Paris the city of a thousand sparkling lights
Paris with the Tour Eiffel, Les Champs Elisées, Montmartre, Pigalle, Les Foliés Berger.
Paris as a whore which swallows money and gives nothing back.
That is the Paris which millions of people all around the world knows
but along with the sparkling and shouting Paris as a parallel life, there' s another Paris which very seldom discloses herself and at the time she decides to do that she discloses her only to the a genuine and sensitivity visitor's eyes.
That is the hidden Paris. I was walking through the small alleys and districts of this very intimate Paris, I was driven by her whisper following her directions and I was completely lost in her. My eyes can still recal the beauty of her body, a body made of small houses, front doors with smooth colours, wet roads, fresh air and mostly I was caught by her sensitiveness, her joy and her breathe. I was walking aside her, I was sitting in her leap, I made love with her and to her, I was dying in her. Hidden Paris I lived into your veins and enjoying the pulsating of any of your heartbeat and my heart has beaten as never before. Hidden Paris I died into you and you, as a wonderful gift, you made me born again and I was borning into you.
Hidden Paris, years are passed and some more years will pass, but you will remain always the same with your sensibility, purity and beauty. Do not allow anyone to soil you, you are unique and you'll be forever a dream for all the daydreamers.
