Paris, morning, house 28

PARIS, MORNING, HOUSE 28

The geranium on the window is ruddy,
Golden lamp stands on the floor,
In a house with pastel tiles
Beaming dawn knocks on your door.

Paris, morning, house 28 -
The address of calling hopes,
A bicycle with a red bag
Matches the most fashionable clothes.

With you I'll escape to summer,
Where are azure surf and sea,
Heady air of Provence,
A happiness feels so free.

A heel on the pedal until sunset,
The red skirt flies away,
With you I'll reach the sun's rays,
Your seat is my breakaway.

Paris, noon, house 28.
"Excuse me, just open the sash.
I wanted to ask: Is she at home?
And also look at her in a flash."

"The richness of geranium
Reminds me of paradise garden sight.
A bit tired from long way.
Tomorrow I'll be back, all right?"

Kiosk, summer, crowds on the streets,
Paris at the peak of its colorful days.
"Mister, decide which flowers are
More beautiful without delays."

"I'll take these roses for tomorrow,
Red, three, like I yesterday bought.
She left on the wings of the soaring morning
Wherever the summer is hot."

Bicycle and straight to the light,
Open spaces, valleys, meadows land,
Thoughts come through the wind,
Seashores stand.

Paris, evening, house 28.
"He really came over here?
Tell him I don't believe
That he is in love with me, clear?"

The lights of the night are flickering,
Paris sleeps only out of the corner of it eye,
Dozens of doors are open
Under the painted in eternity sky.

The geranium on the window is fluffy,
The floor lamp and three roses stand by,
Love is a caustic feeling,
Only sparks sometimes fly.

Paris, morning, house 28.
"Still here? Hasn't she ride away?
With her to the edge of the world I'll go,
That's the secret I have to say."

Paris, summer, house 28.
"Did you water the flowers today?
What, hot!? It's only floor lamp
Like sunshine lights our way."

© Copyright: Julia Bruslavskaia, 2024

The painting "Red bicycle" by artist Franco Ranaldi.