Encore Paris

Le mois juin encore à Paris...c'est triste penser en passé,c'est triste essayer de photographier dans ma memoire tout ce que je vois, c'est triste penser aux amis, aux copains, que je vais difficilement revoir. Je vais bientôt quitter Paris, je ne cesse de le reppetre...

vOILÀ QUELQUES IMAGES DE LA SEMAINE DERNIÈRE ET DE HIER MÊME:
lES DEUX MAGOTS, LÀ OÙ SARTRE A PASSÉ DE TRÈS BONNES SOIRÉES...au Saint Germain des près; tout à côté de la place Jean Paul Sartre et Simone de Beauvoir...





Rue Christine

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Saint Michel



Le risque d'attirer l'attention des filles et photographes...



14ème





Le Forum des images, dans Les Halles, où je suis allée voir AÑO bISIESTO un film mexicain avec une couler magnifique et une histoire intéresante, bien que désagreable, trés désagreable. Un film lent, presque sans dialogues, avec un seul scénario, sans musique...un peu au style français.Plein des gens sont sortis de la salle avant de la fin du film...





Vue nocturne dès ma fenêtre



Quartier de Châtelet-Les Halles

Hats

Loca hoy por los sombreros del Marais y los looks de la gente que vi por Paris!! Les Halles, Le Marais, y el Jardin de Luxemburgo!!!

Echo de menos mi paela en cuanto salen unos rayitos de sol...



Pete Doherty siempre elegante



Linda Sienna Miller



Elegancia y feminidad eternas



FOTOS MADE IN GOOGLE

While Chopin is playing for me

This is the first time I speak about music. What is music for me? well...it's a pein, almost a pein.
I played the cello 'til i was near 15, but i hated it. It was and it's still my frustration. I started very young without any knowledge of it. I didn't even know what was that brown box. I suffered the lessons and the teachers i had - 3, 4...?
I had to learn and i had to love it, but i didn't. the problem was that it didn't sound like it has to, and i hadn't listened to any cello's record, so i didn't know what I could do.
When i started to like it a little bit it was so late. Then i started to play "The swan", from Saint-Säens. The poor swan was never beautiful enough in my hands.
Some years later i tried to start again, while i tried the piano too -i have played it before, a little-. Then it was Chopin who suffered because of me.
Well, music is not my bussiness but, at least, i enjoy it a lot know.
I feel like if i am not in this world for a few seconds, it's like to live in a novel, in a history wich is realer thn the reality, it's purer. I don't know, i feel tht i'm just saying stupid things.
I just know that i would like to be better musician, a better student, a better friend...i don't know. I'm not satisfied of myself and Chopin makes me be more sad or sensible. "Forgive my sadness" as a spanish poet says. His music envelops me like a smog where i'm just a shadow.

hERE it is a selection of people, pleces, faces, windows...














I'M SO SORRY OF MY ENGLISH, I JUST WAnTED TO TRY...

20:30

20:30, 15-05-2010, Mº Sévres-Lecourbe, Paris



Y el día anterior, un rato antes, me encontraba en el bar "Le Tournesol", en la Rue de la Gaîté, en agradable conversación. Está muy bien: luz, color, juventud, música...