Paris Paris, what have they done to you, my Eiffel dream, my champs Élysée, my crazy horse mount.
In a matter of minutes they turned ‘les rues de Paris’ in a state of ashes and blood.
Why you my Paris adore, why wanting to destroy the solemn representation of the ‘Arc De Triomphe’, ‘Le Palais Du Louvre’
They have covered your beauty with sheets of despair and veiled your lights with anger and sadness.
Oh Paris, will you return to the same state as before, or are you too broken, have all these torturous griefs change the way you shine, tell me Paris, can you forgive and forget.
Paris, the city of love and lights, have they burned away your flames and consume away your love.
Tell me Paris will you still make your ‘cocorico’ sound and will your motto still be Liberty, Equality, Fraternity.
My beautiful Paris, will I still see the lovers walking hands in hands along the seine and taking hot coffees on the terrace of famous café.
Paris cold will be the nights and uncertain will be the way you will keep on going.
But you will always shine by the beautiful atmosphere that you radiate, and with certainty will you continue be the city that we adores.
Je t’aimes pour toujours mon Paris d’amour.
On Friday the 13th of this November, Paris cried and we all wept with them. ♥♥♥