Friday, 30 December 2011
The heart of a maze
As recluse there, amid a maze of lime, plaster, brick, stone, concrete, trees and twilight ... like put there in the middle of this web of heat, light and height, a small street and / or an impasse suggests, continue its tingling happy, his efforts that the contractual time, the wind were able to ask it, illuminating ...... There, a statue of a naked woman, which is located among the flowers, dressed in a little old bronze, fashioned to that time, seductive, admiration, thence walk of life, to feel, to a place unknown ... Lost in the Garden, removed, just steps from City Hall, so typical of Paris 19th. In it, the image of Paris emerges a little, and it takes us into the dreams of centuries past, not far from us, who for decades on end, until this moment, have treated the city, have embalm miles left to the taste and smell sweet, salty Occitan, long streaks white and red Eurasian smells sweet, sunny Mediterranean, we were able to share and enjoy tea, incense, jasmine, tropical species and ephemeral scents .. They come here twirl in our senses, our mind, to give forth its facets carnal, sensual .... That time, the wind failed, could not erase ...
As long trappings, long ways romantic, Art, Architecture in Paris and knew we unveiled his languor, his studies, his techniques so typical of the French regard as the time-frame, so close and yet so far away both, in a burst of dreams, generous depth, ranging from unsuspected ...