The sidewalk of Paris

The sidewalk of Paris

Yesterday I saw her again, walking past the same sunny sidewalk as always when she goes to work doing I don’t know what and I don’t care.
Yesterday I saw her again and the usual thing happened, mentally stuck, speechless, without saliva and I couldn’t tell her I love you.
Yesterday we met again because she looked at me with her angelic smile.
Yesterday I saw her again and she was so pretty, as radiant as always and I was dazzled by so much radiance.
Yesterday I saw her again and again the woman of my life escaped.
Yesterday I saw her again, she walked so sensual that even the angels looked like donkeys.
Yesterday I saw her again, she was so pretty and so perfumed that when passing through a garden she was confused with some orchids that tried to emulate her.
Yesterday I saw her again so happy, so simple, so radiant and different that she didn’t even make a noise, hitting her heels on her sidewalk, our sidewalk.
Yesterday I saw her again and as always happened, yesterday I lost her again.
Today I also saw her again like every day.
Today I saw her again and I thanked God.
Today I saw her again like every day for 3 years.
Today I saw her again and it seemed that the sun was shining brighter than ever.
Today I saw her again and my throat cheered me up.
Today I saw her again as beautiful as a mother’s smile.
Today I saw her again and my legs did not shake.
Today I saw her again and without further ado I kissed her.
Today I saw her again.

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