Paris seduced me,
Paris betrayed me,
Paris broke all my hopes and illusions.
I live alone undert the roofs in my maid'sroom,
I don't know my neighbours,I talk to no one,
but I feel always proud,
so proud of my solitude
as I live my life so bare and tough.
The life of the overwhelming big city
where you have to go agaisht all odds to face each morning with the savage certainty of destiny.
And now the evil and disturbing night falls
without bringing its share of calm and peace
the hub of the city diminishes buy barely
for the heart of Paris never ceases to beat...
to beat.
6 comments:
靓女画家话呢个里面有个系我,真系灰:(
边个?
右手边那个大眼妹?
我在画自己.其他的是所有人.
阴沉,为什么会阴沉呢?这内在的阴沉连我自己都不能理解.
难道我不快乐吗?我自己也不知道?不去想我不能负荷的问题.
我喜欢木偶.人就是木偶.没有人完全活出自己来.我不喜欢做木偶,不过我们都只是木偶.你以为你有自由,你有花花绿绿的生活,其实也不过是扯线娃娃.
我喜歡這幅畫~
::Pakkin::
谢谢哥哥.
你早两天说的话好值得思考.
继续努力"创作" *O*
幸福,有人懂我.湘湘一看就看见我在画里,看见我对世界的看法.
你的理解是我很大的鼓励...感激.
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