thanks for dinner..

Thanks for the dinner...thanks for the view of Paris through your motorcycle... of hotel de ville...your flat was amazing..the view from your window..your floral curtains that matched your sheets...your Chinese artifacts...your door that is hiding just beyond another door on the top floor of your building...your stairs...the glass door overlooking the corridor...you have a nice way to making people believe what you say...nevertheless..although it may have been temporary..it was still nice to feel that way...

match your words with your deeds....per a good friend of mine Paulina...

I wish we all knew what we want..and cared less for what others might think or feel...i wish we choose...life...and live it..instead of choosing others to make our life and the life of others easier....or should i say bearable?

I can say I'm also...very guilty in many counts..

I realized Hotel De Ville..is so much more beautiful during the day..it's better if you look at it just right when you get off the metro...with tons of people at the bar...gay and happy..or gay or happy..


That metro line will never look the same way to me again...