There is always Paris, its gardens and squares,their coffees that still remember the flavor of your name,the palaces covered with stories, legends,
the subway platforms where you planted kisses.
There is always Paris, the Eiffel Tower, Montmartre,the Louvre, the Invalides, the Concord, Pigalle,the love that resurfaces behind every corner,the music that waits every night of the moon.
There is always Paris, love, if you want it,
If you look out over the tranquil river of my years,
Paris to hug us, to wait for storks,
Paris eternally, tied to your waist.