Sebastien

Talking to you, I feel I am in Toulouse in April �"
walking along those elegant boulevards,
stopping at boutiques and bookshops,
discussing politics over slow coffees.
Or flying on the widespread wings of a hang-glider
over the rugged veins of the Pyrenees.

Author's Note

Somewhat ironic, poem must be years-old. I am in Toulouse in April, ach well, made me laugh though

Reviews

[Judy Ponceby]

This is lovely Sel and are you doing all of these lovely things in Toulouse in April? :)

[arbitrary jane]

there are people who - who simply ARE wide. wide as the world. Who are Moscow, or Madrid or Machu Pichu. or maybe it's just that the world itself is more alive that we think. that a city on a certain day in fall is exactly like a woman in a yellow scarf, reading Tolstoy.
this was beautiful.

[Arabdha]

there's this warm,countryside feeling to this one that i absolutely love..beautiful !

[Emily B]

your life is an adventure I can't fathom :)

your irony is still beautiful

[Steve]

Wonderful descriptive language.......I love the idea of comparing your feelings for someone to flying on a hang glider. That really made this one real to me.