Un pleu. It is raining.
Paris in the springtime?
Sure, romantic if you have an umbrella.
I don’t like being in the rain, but I love to watch it with my lover.
I can hear the bells of the Sacre Coeur.
They chime quarter to one…on a Monday.
I left Canada with a plan, got side tracked on day one and then continued to build on someone else’s dream.
What is my dream?
I want flowers in our room.
I want to make my habibi smile.
June 9, 2009 Montmartre Cemetery, Paris
I find myself sitting in a place of rest contemplating life. I wonder, do all those rest lay content because of the billboards they created, or the letters they delivered, the bread they baked, or the leaves they raked? Do they rest content because they busted their balls and landed that great big position as CEO of Shell International or the New York Times. If I could interview the dead and ask what they were most proud of, what would they say?
Do we all yearn to make the world a better place? And how do we do that?
Along my trip I was told that the greatest gift you can give is freedom. And that is by having a child.
So I meet a man, a young boy disguised as a caring, gentle man who loves me, beaucoup, beaucoup, beaucoup. He wants to marry me and have children. What’s the catch? If I were to die right now would I regret not having children and not getting married?
Sameh feels like home to me. I feel safe with him.
Sacre Coeur- cafe – solo -

(copyright by Miss Ella, plh) Composed on June 8, 2009, Paris, France publishing prohibited unless with the author’s permission