Now I feel the rain in Paris
In the cold and chilling winter night
Walking along Rue Nationale
– to the end of Boulevard Vincent Aurial
But, this is not my rain!
And suddenly I feel the pain
I see the sky
Say my word to the rain that passing by
– in a city of poetry that never die
But still, this is a rain of mystery
Or may be
– I don’t know you yet lately?
(Rue Nationale, Paris – 12/12/2016)