PARISIENNE

In this sound, the night city sparkles not with shop windows, but with character. What matters here is not the Eiffel Tower, but how someone calmly walks across the red light, as if the whole world is obliged to wait. Paris is not about postcards and tourism, but about people whose footsteps sound louder than music, ironically cutting off everything superfluous.

Each line reveals a slight dependence - on her moods, on her freedom, on her ability to be “canon comme pas possible” and yet completely real. It is a hymn to a woman who does not shine with decorations, but becomes the main attraction herself. And it sounds as if even the largest bills and noisy parties are only needed to catch her step in the rhythm of the city.