A pink rose, my favorite, in the mailbox and a note:
"For my Princess,
I am waiting for you under Arco della Pace... 18:00 o'clock...
I have a surprise for you <3 "
I read the note a couple of times. We never met at the Arco della Pace, it goes like Paris! I smile to the idea and I start to daydream... I wonder how it would meet in Paris, the city of love.
Let's meet in Paris, under the Arc du Triomphe.
Let's meet there in a sunny day of March, among a caress and an embarrassed smile. Among a kiss on the wind and scent of roses.
Let's meet like this. Eyes into eyes, like the first time.
A kiss on the cheek, "bonne journée cherie!" and a cadeau pour moi. A walk along the Seine eating macarons and a laugh that is lost on his mouth among a bites and a kiss.
Paris, with his homage to the splendor of the past and Latin atmosphere, where peace and love are floating in the air as the music of the street performers.
The Champs-Elysées with its cafés and luxury boutiques. A casquet to Place de la Concorde, with its stately elegance as a backdrop, and then lose ourselves in the eighteenth-century atmosphere, calm and relaxed, of the Jardin des Tuileries. Among the wonderful allegorical statues and endless green spaces, two pastel-colored chairs under a blooming cherry tree, just waiting for us and our laughter.
A champagne flute overhanging the city from the Eiffel Tower and a dinner by candlelight in the festive atmosphere full of life of the Latin Quarter, then end the evening observing, embraced, the lit "Lady" sailing on bateau mouche, continuing to enjoy its atmosphere of total peace and tranquility.
18:00 o'clock and a figure under the arch to expect me. A smile that I know and a bouquet of roses hidden, until I arrived, behind his back.
After a kiss, the return to reality.
Back to Milan, under the Arco della Pace.
He took my hand and we move in that city that, tonight, has that Paris' sweet and romantic taste.
"For my Princess,
I am waiting for you under Arco della Pace... 18:00 o'clock...
I have a surprise for you <3 "
I read the note a couple of times. We never met at the Arco della Pace, it goes like Paris! I smile to the idea and I start to daydream... I wonder how it would meet in Paris, the city of love.
Let's meet in Paris, under the Arc du Triomphe.
Let's meet there in a sunny day of March, among a caress and an embarrassed smile. Among a kiss on the wind and scent of roses.
Let's meet like this. Eyes into eyes, like the first time.
A kiss on the cheek, "bonne journée cherie!" and a cadeau pour moi. A walk along the Seine eating macarons and a laugh that is lost on his mouth among a bites and a kiss.
Paris, with his homage to the splendor of the past and Latin atmosphere, where peace and love are floating in the air as the music of the street performers.
The Champs-Elysées with its cafés and luxury boutiques. A casquet to Place de la Concorde, with its stately elegance as a backdrop, and then lose ourselves in the eighteenth-century atmosphere, calm and relaxed, of the Jardin des Tuileries. Among the wonderful allegorical statues and endless green spaces, two pastel-colored chairs under a blooming cherry tree, just waiting for us and our laughter.
A champagne flute overhanging the city from the Eiffel Tower and a dinner by candlelight in the festive atmosphere full of life of the Latin Quarter, then end the evening observing, embraced, the lit "Lady" sailing on bateau mouche, continuing to enjoy its atmosphere of total peace and tranquility.
18:00 o'clock and a figure under the arch to expect me. A smile that I know and a bouquet of roses hidden, until I arrived, behind his back.
After a kiss, the return to reality.
Back to Milan, under the Arco della Pace.
He took my hand and we move in that city that, tonight, has that Paris' sweet and romantic taste.
