The goodbyes have been said and the luggage packed. The time has come, no possible return.
Behind me, Paris extends with all of its memories, the bad ones and the good ones, the laughs, the dances, the orgasms, the lazy afternoon and the sleepless nights, the storms and the burning sun, the smell of the tar after the summer rain, and all the people I met, I loved, I forgot, I dreamt with, I suffered with, I slept with.
This city took me in its arms years ago and the soft sound of the cars rocked me to sleep, night after night, as I grew up. I know that it will always stay here, full of memories, waiting for me to come back. And I will. In the dim light of dusk, the fear has gone.