Geranium on the window blooming,
Golden lamp stands on the floor,
On house pastel tiles
Beaming dawn knocks on your door.
Paris, morning, house 28 -
The address of calling hopes,
A bike with a red bag
Is matched the best fashion clothes.
With you i"ll escape to summer,
There are surf and azure sea,
The Provence heady air,
A hapinnes runnig free.
A heel on the pedal to sundown,
Red skirt flies away,
With you i"ll reach the sun's rays,
Your seat - is my breakaway.
Paris, noon, house 28.
"Exuse me, just open the sash.
I wanted to ask if she is home?
And also look at her flash."
"The richness of geranium
Reminds me of heaven sight.
A bit tired from long way.
Tomorrow i"ll be back, all right?"
Shop, summer, the streets are crowded,
The Paris on top of the beauty days.
"Man, pick up in a hurry
The flowers that suits your case."
"I"ll take this roses for later,
Red ones, like i yesterday bought.
She rided in glorious morning
Wherever the summer is hot."
The bike is riding in sunlight
Through landscape of valleys and fields,
Wind is cleaning a thoughts line,
The seashore a magic builds.
Paris, evening, house 28.
"He really passed over here?
Just tell him i am not believing,
That he is in love with me, clear?"
Night lights are flashing sparkling,
Paris not sleeping yet,
The sky looks so endless
In colors of bright sunset.
Geranium on the window fleecy,
Floor lamp and three roses are there,
The love is so strong feeling,
That shines like a sun everywhere.
Paris, morning, house 28.
"Still here? Not riding away?
With her to the edge of the world i"ll go,
That's the secret i have to say."
Paris, summer, house 28.
"Did you watered the flowers today?
What, hot!? It's only floor lamp
Like sunshine lights our way."
(c) Julia Bruslavskaia, 2018
The painting "Red bike" by artist Franco Ranaldi.