Perdue à Paris. Chapter 3.

"La nuit est arrivée", he heard. He looked up to the sky, the night covered with a dark mantle Paris' firmament. The moon looked next to Nôtre Dame, it was reflected in Seine's waters. He walked in the Île de la Cité, until stop in a lane next to the cathedral. There, a bearded man with a sad look played the accordion for some coins. He didn´t play anything french. He played Gardel's music. He stopped a few minutes to see him. When he left, everybody could hear him humming the melody that he listened. He even wanted to dance a milonga in the underground.
He wished he lived there. Indefinitely. He thought also in that bright eyes girl that he knew from his home town. He wished she was there. He wished he had her next to him, to see that city, to get lost in its closed lanes, to be the man who really was. But she wasn't there. He didn't know if she remembered him.

Song number III:Carlos Gardel: Por una cabeza

Perdue à Paris. Chapter 2.

The day after he decided to visit the Latin Neighbourhood. It had the fame to be the neighbourhood with more ambience in Paris, where the students lived, in the most centrical side of the city...He went there, and the first thing that he saw when he went out of the Métropolitain was the Saint-Michel fountain. It was imposing. He had seen biggers, like Cibeles or Trevi, but this wasn´t worse. Two big dragons kept, spitting water instead of fire, St. Michael. That place, very used by the parisiens for meet, highlighted, with the delicate sound of the water between the noise of the traffic. The dragons, firms and imposings, were rigid witnesses and guardians of that side of Paris. What a carefree and calm life, he thought.

After take a walk quiet and carefree along the town centre, the night fell fastly. He returned to the fountain, he wanted to see that at night. It kept calm, beautiful. A lot of parisiens were sitting down in front of the fountain. Friendly and quiet, they talked, shared cigarrettes, laughed...Sena went to the fountain, he touched the water and he smiled. He touched the stone of the fountain. For a moment, he tought that he was the third dragon of the fountain. Or St. Michael.
The night enveloped Paris' sky. The streets, the monuments...Adorned by the city lights, they turned the gaul capital city in a magic and incredible place.

Song II(XXIII in Spanish version):Don McClean: Vincent

Perdue à Paris. Episode 1.

Do you remember when i said that i needed to find myself, time to think, that my mind was in ruins and sad? Well, today i´m glad to say that i have got it, i have recovered my smile, my happiness, the force that i hadn´t. Who has made me feel like this? The city of Paris. A city just known by its Eiffel Tower and its romanticism. But Paris has more. It has something that made me rebuilt myself, with the company of everybody who i have lived and enjoyed this incredible 15 days.They have made me get up. But I prefer to keep them in the anonymity, so I will tell you in ten episodes, under a pseudonym, that things that my mind imagined and lived those days.

Sena Conval arrived to Paris at the afternoon. It´s been a long time that his life wasn´t as he wanted. He was lost, he felt alone, he didn´t know what to do, and the question of what was his mistake and his music were his partners. He arrived expecting find the things that everybody told about Paris:The city of love, of the Seine, of the Joconde and the Eiffel Tower.But Sena expected to find more in that city. Before arrive at the airport, he went, just for curiosity, to the Eiffel Tower. There was lots of tourists of every nationalities, specially japanese.

It could be something typical of the city, but certainly is that it was incredible, amazing. Hundreds of metal bars placed like a Mecano game were a giant but fantastic tower. He went upstairs, he wanted to admire the city. He admired the capital city of France from the top.Formidable. Undescriptible. A delicate wind was upstairs. He closed his eyes. He felt that he was in other place. He opened his eyes slowly. He could see l´Arc de Triomphe, les Toulleries, le Trocadéro....All Paris in a look.Incredible.
When he went downstairs, he went to the Trocadéro. He lay in the grass, with the fresh of the trees. Lots of sounds, odors of crêpes, flowers and ice-creams were mixed. He stayed there for few minutes, enjoying the moment and resting...Then he walked near the Seine. Lots of students and parisiens were next to the river, playing an instrument, singing, eating...He felt like one of them. He felt one more part of that city.

Song I(XXII in Spanish version): Arcade Fire: The suburbs