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4 - Paris Is Beautiful

Paris Is Beautiful

I don't know how, but it happened.
Two hearts are broken.
Together with two souls who destroyed each other.
It was like being in a Mary Ryan movie.
We were two kids lost in the world.
We had nine life expectancies.
Seven of them flew away.
And two of them flew away like the two of us.
Life abandoned us before we even met.
And nothing could put this piece back into place.
Except for a fall back into the well.

Colors on our white shades.
We were like two superheroes.
We had powers, but we didn't know how to use them.
The history of legends and our dreams were different.
While time made us disappear in the midst of its darkness.

Our house never existed.
We only had one place and one time to be.
With eyes blinded by desires that never come true.
We must have seemed unknown, but no words are filled without facts.
Our cries turned to hate.
As we became victims of silence.
We always slept to hide from the war.
We were reborn ten meters underground, inside a tomb.
We had offered our hands to dance without ever a response.

It was like holding your glass slipper.
Destroyed into small pieces and dirty with mud
Not even our descendants have returned to help us.
The lights in the towers were always turned off when we cried out for help.
Instead of looking into our own eyes, we looked into the eyes of others.
To believe that I have lost this life.
To have a better one.
But the distance between our eyes hurt more.
Of the time when our bodies were close.
We were waiting for death, rather than helping ourselves.
Hours of anguish turned into days of suffering.
Even sadness kept me from dying of starvation.
But the pain was something else entirely.

The shock was like fragments of a broken bottle on my head.
Along with your alcoholic breath that prevented me from breathing.
I was always in a cage, imprisoned by fear.
I had even prayed to be weak.
To see if you had thrown me into the midst of freedom.
But twenty-two days I only counted for you.
Like stars on a stormy night.

I only had four breadcrumbs keeping me alive.
I only had your image in your mind.
In which you killed the innocent in front of me.
You only wanted your satisfaction.
You didn't care about them and the pain they felt.
You just wanted to see your bullets fill with their blood.

I just wanted to run away from you.
But there were so many roads in my path that I fell back into a trap.
My eyes were no longer the same.
I was like the wind that disappeared with the winter fog.
I wanted to be like them, who were not afraid of anything.
My greatest fear was courage.
The courage to be able to see hell without dying.

Day and night were just two spheres for me.
I could no longer distinguish diamonds and emeralds.
I became more and more cramped in the hole of the well.
The light was always a distant memory.
An old shade slowly turning to dust.
I no longer knew the meaning of life.
I felt like a dead body breathing.

My weapons were only hopes and prayer.
The pain was now like a chain on me.
I couldn't get rid of it anymore.
Time was just one more reason to stay silent.
He didn't even help me with my wounds.
I was just a puddle of blood in a manhole.
Nobody sees me, but they were cleaning up the tracks.