It’s impossible to get away from the magnetism of luring romanticism

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Conscience flounces along the edge of patience and the frantic paths that line the city are full of fear

Submitted: March 28, 2017

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It is midnight, and the masses are sheltered behind stone walls. All the lights in the windows wake up and freeze without flickering. The shadows go silently for a walk, dancing wildly in the alleys. Naked and peculiar, flashes of temptation fly over the city. Lust calls from the bars and night clubs. Shame, dressed in an old coat, recklessly moans. A strange smell stifles the senses. Conscience flounces along the edge of patience and the frantic paths that line the city are full of fear.

The lights of the Place of Vendôme wink at the lights of the Tuileries Garden. The pretentious bridge of Emperor Alexander III connects the two banks of the Seine, forever separated .  The warrior Alma stands up to his waist in the water saving the souls of drowned people. Montmartre leans toward its foothills, looking at the prostitutes of the Rue Pegal. Autumn leaves on the Champs Elysees swirl in an erotic ballet beneath the lachrymose streetlights. The Arc de Triomphe  shyly covers the gleaming skyscrapers of La Defense and  the Eiffel Tower, like a big brother, watches over its almost silent kingdom.

Only on the Boulevard Haussmann are there musical showcases in large stores such as - Galleria Lafayette and Printemps, which sparkle and sing. The small puppets from the advertisements dance behind the glass, throwing up their hands. Their faces are like burning flames, evil and bloodthirsty.

In the magic of the night, a couple is dancing as though they have forgotten the world.  Music spills out from a starkly illuminated storefront. The young man gently embraces his girlfriend, giving her his tenderness. Her head rests lightly on his shoulders. They are divinely beautiful, quietly glowing with passion. Their gallant silhouettes give out tickets to the train of youth.

A passer-by walks along a city wall. He's looking for sex in Paris as well. This tempting contagion conquers all at once. Two eyes watch the romantic scene from a corner, in the cover of darkness. Curiosity warms his heart, but it is eventually burnt by his feelings of envy as they were seared with the fire of pepper. This magical performance amazes the creep. It’s impossible to get away from the magnetism of luring romanticism.

The wind, unclean in its thoughts, drags leaves across the sidewalks. There are no sick or guilty ones in the realm of sweet debauchery. A knife shines with insidious steel, slashing the young man’s throat. He weakens and his whole body slouches against his girlfriend. But she does not understand what happened, because she too subsequently was stabbed in the back. The kiss of love with tragedy ended this brutal meeting.

Music spews from the shop window, the blood stenches and quietly grows cold.  Two lost ghosts circle the street, trying to find each other.

The Ferris wheel at Concordia Square looks sadly towards the Louvre Museum. The Boulevard Capuchins in the midst of a sweet dream recalls the first film shown there many years ago. The Paris Opera House floods the adjacent streets with its blazing brilliance. Loving couples on Montmartre are waiting patiently for dawn.


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