this is the passion of paris. camille claudel knows passion---i think better than rodin himself. well, yes, much better i must say.
if only to be loved this much.... Paris accepts passionate love from millions of in-love visitors each day.
we walked through the rodin musee today after an eclair and creme brulee. intimate with the sculptures, but not so
intimate as the makers. round and round and round each one our eyes turn inside out upside down all around...
intimate as the makers. round and round and round each one our eyes turn inside out upside down all around...white with passion. black with thinking---a rodin makes us wonder at our stumbling lives of paper and plans....
oh, it this weren't enough for the wilting heart----we wondered ourselves to the legs. her legs (his legs?) hmmmmm..... well, either way he/she shoots to the infinite sky and up, up, up we went. walking up the metals stairs in a muscial rhythm of steps and heartbeated breaths.
then to the top. top of the world. a rainbow appeared(oh yes it did) so we toasted with fine champagne served by tomas(oh YES we DID) right at the very top. the best champagne we ever drank.
and then. well, i had to pee. so i did. right there. (well, in a toilet, but it was eerie peeing so high, i mean where does it go?
drifting down like clouds too tired to float, we forgot time and the full moon guided us home, with a pit stop at a small grocery stand for bordeaux and avocados to munch as the wind blows wildly making the car horns sound stupidly insignificant.
then to the top. top of the world. a rainbow appeared(oh yes it did) so we toasted with fine champagne served by tomas(oh YES we DID) right at the very top. the best champagne we ever drank.and then. well, i had to pee. so i did. right there. (well, in a toilet, but it was eerie peeing so high, i mean where does it go?
drifting down like clouds too tired to float, we forgot time and the full moon guided us home, with a pit stop at a small grocery stand for bordeaux and avocados to munch as the wind blows wildly making the car horns sound stupidly insignificant.we are tired and happy.
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