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