My Little Paris
Memories of youth,
that Paris blurred in my mind,
a summer, a good life now past.
Between love and radiant beauty,
times gone by, in those stories that bubbled up
carefree, in that wild youth without limits.
In the haze of happiness, where everything was possible,
in that Paris of the summers of my youth,
where everything could be reached,
even happiness.
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MI PEQUEÑO PARIS
Recuerdos de juventud,
esa París nublada en la memoria,
en un verano, una buena vida pasada.
Entre el amor y la belleza resplandeciente,
tiempos pasados, en esas historias que burbujearon
sin preocupaciones, en esa alocada juventud sin limitaciones.
En la nebulosa de la felicidad, donde todo era posible,
en ese París de los veranos de mi juventud,
donde todo se alcanzaba,
hasta la felicidad.
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MON PETIT PARIS
Souvenirs de jeunesse,
ce Paris voilé par ma mémoire,
un été, une belle vie déjà passée.
Entre l’amour et la beauté éclatante,
des temps révolus, ces histoires qui surgissaient
sans souci, dans cette jeunesse folle et sans limites.
Dans la brume du bonheur, où tout était possible,
dans ce Paris des étés de ma jeunesse,
où tout pouvait s’atteindre,
même le bonheur.
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A blurry poem like photos from the past...
Un poema borroso como las fotos del pasado...
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Author:
Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (
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Comments4
This poem holds a melancholy tied to reflections of the past where all things seemed possible compared to the present where it feels that possibilities have ended in dead ends. Nicely written Carlos
Thank you.
My pleasure Carlos
Nicely written. Your poem revolves around nostalgia, reflecting on the carefree and joyful moments of youth spent in Paris.
Thank you.
A beautiful, nostalgic reflection on youth and Paris.
Thank you
You are welcome.
London in the sixties and seventies felt much like that. However Paris... Wish I had spent more time.
Thanks for the evocation.
Thank
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