Paris
Part1
Who actually saw loneliness? Who knows how it looks like? We all know how death looks like. A skeleton covered in a black cloak with a scythe in his hand although no one alive has ever seen it. But what about loneliness? You can meet loneliness anywhere. She comes uninvited and stays for as long as she wants, but still no one knows how she looks like. How do you recognize loneliness? Do you know? Because I do. I saw her. She talked to me. Quite a pretty girl with a pleasant seductive smile, which gradually and imperceptibly takes possession of your heart and soul. With blue, transparent innocent eyes she told me about the benefits of friendship with her and honestly sometimes I found logic in her words and believed her.
She said that family ties suck energy out of you leaving no room for all-round development of your personality, and love turns off sanity and mind and you become absolutely defenseless, like a clam without its shell. Sometimes as she spoke she would push her straight, dark-brown hair back from her shoulders which showed her pale and translucent face as the rest of her body. She was wearing a light grey unsubstantial dress with gold wavy lines that painted this dress as the veins and arteries of the human body. Beautiful! Although I had to leave her because I wasn’t alone. I had Paris.
Part 2
Yes, exactly the Paris that has driven crazy so many bright minds. My love, you have been loved more than once and in different ways, but you should know that I did not have love at first sight, and you had to work hard to win my heart. So I want to tell everyone about our time spent together.We met on my 30th birthday and it was April 2012...
I have to say that Paris was not the city that I wanted to visit the most. All I was interested in at that time was the Louvre, but I just wanted to note on the map of my brain that I had already been here. The spring of that year was late and cold and I remember the piercing wind that paralyzed the movements and even the brain.
Yes, my love, you met me quite chilly to my surprise. Without hugs, greetings and famous french "bisous" (kisses).
Therefore, leaving Paris I felt upset, because still somewhere deep down I was hoping to find something for which thousands of tourists visit this city. When I got home I noticed that as time went on I began to think of Paris more and more often. Blurry memories surfaced in my mind, leaving a pleasant feeling.
I understand dear, that you were calling me back. You were thinking about me as much as I did. Something connected us, but I didn’t know what yet. You waited 4 long years for me before I came back...
The second time when I was planning a trip I already knew that Paris is not just a city with historical buildings, it is the history and events being described in literature that brought up my inner attitude, and helped to understand myself on the samples of artistic images and literary heroes.
Unfortunately during our second meeting I couldn't totally focus on us through certain family problems and past relationships, but if it wasn't you there darling, I think it would be harder for me to get past that.
It was during our second meeting that our first kiss happened. It happened on the Seine not far from Notre Dame Cathedral. After long walks that day and heavy thoughts I came there to be alone with you. I looked at the river which as a mirror reflected the colors of the sunset. The boats were passing by and the lights from the windows and cafes on the other river bank were replacing the sunlight. I leaned against the tree and closed my eyes to focus on the moment. First I felt your hugs, in which the muscles of my body relaxed more and more. I felt the warm, moist breath from your lips as they came closer for a kiss...
It was only a moment dear, but a moment was enough to know that we were made for each other and that no one could replace you in my heart. I know that I will always come back to you wherever I am, because everyone comes back to where they’re loved and wanted. This is you, my Paris. The one who waits and loves. You are mine...（to be continued）
Ivanna
巴黎
第一部分
谁真正看见孤独？谁知道孤独长什么样？我们都知道死神的模样。一具披着黑色斗篷，手持长柄大镰刀的骷髅。尽管没有活人在世时看见过他。但是孤独呢？你可以在任何地方遇见孤独。她不请自来，想呆多久就多久。但依然没有人看见过她的模样。你是如何识别出孤独的呢？你知道吗？我知道。我见过她，她曾和我聊天。她是个漂亮的女孩，拥有令人愉悦的、迷人的微笑。通常她会逐渐地、难以察觉地占据你的心和灵魂。她闪着一双蓝色透明天真的眼睛，告诉我与她建立友谊能带来的益处。老实说，有时候，我能在她的话语里发现逻辑，并且相信她。
她说，家庭的纽带吸干了你的活力，令你没有全面发展自己个性的空间。（来自家庭的）爱令你失去了理智和思考能力，你变得毫无防备，好像剥了壳的蛤蜊。有时候，她一边讲话，一边将笔直的、深棕色头发撩到肩膀前，显露出她苍白的、半透明的脸，她的身体其他部分亦是如此。她穿着一件浅灰色轻薄的连衣裙，裙子上印着金色波浪线，就像描绘出人体的静脉和动脉。美丽！但是我不得不离开她，因为我并不孤独。我有巴黎陪伴。
第二部分
是的，巴黎让如此之多的聪明头脑变得疯狂。我亲爱的，你已经拥有过不止一次的，不同方式的爱情。你应该知道，我（对你）没有一见钟情，你得努力才能赢得我的心。我渴望告诉每一个人我们在一起的时光。2012年4月，我三十岁生日的时候，我们遇见了。我不得不说，巴黎并非我最想参观的城市。那时，我只对罗浮宫感兴趣。我仅仅想在头脑地图上做标注，表明我曾来过此地。那一年的春天姗姗来迟，而且冰冷。我记得，在刺骨的寒风中，我冻僵了，甚至大脑也是如此。
是的，我亲爱的。出乎我的意料，你与我见面时十分冷漠，没有拥抱，问候和著名的法式贴面礼。
因此，我沮丧地离开了巴黎。因为在内心深处，我希望找到成千上万的人来这座城市旅游时追寻的东西。当我回家后，我意识到，随着时间的流逝，我开始越来越频繁地想起巴黎。模糊的记忆在我脑海里浮出水面，留下快乐的感觉。
我理解，亲爱的。你会给我打电话，会像我想你那般想念我。一些事物将我们连在一起，但我还不知道具体是什么。在我回来前，你已经等了我漫长的四年……
第二次我计划去巴黎旅行时，已经知道巴黎不仅仅是一座充满历史建筑物的城市。文学描述中的巴黎的历史和事件滋养了我内在的态度，帮助我借由艺术图像和文学作品中的英雄的样本，理解我自身。
不幸的是，在我们第二次见面期间，我无法撇开某些家庭问题和过往关系，而全神贯注地关注我们自身。但亲爱的，如果你当时不在场，对我来说，战胜以往的困难会更加艰难。
第二次见面时，在离圣母大教堂不远的塞纳河畔，我们第一次接吻了。在漫长的散步之后，我思虑重重，来到这里与你独处。我看着塞纳河像镜子般倒映出日落的色彩。船只驶过，来自河对岸的窗户和咖啡馆的灯光取代了日光。我倚靠一棵树，闭上眼睛，专注于那一刻。首先，我感受到你的拥抱，在你怀里，我全身肌肉越来越放松。我感受到来自你嘴唇的温暖、湿润的呼吸，为了亲吻而靠近。
那只是一瞬间，但已足够让我明白我们是天生绝配，没有人能取代你在我心中的地位。我知道不管身处何地，我总会回到你身边，因为每个人都会回到他们热爱和渴求的地方。这就是你，我的巴黎。一座等待、恋爱的城市。你是我的……(未完待续)
伊凡娜
作者ivanna解释，这是一个爱情故事。恋爱对象是巴黎这座城市。
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