The Eiffel Tower - Nits

Here I am with my child on the Eiffel tower

Looking down

When the light disappears

Paris is a frozen town

Now she turns her face to the camera

A photograph

And the river is a diamond snake

Around her head

I can’t see it anymore

Nobody’s knocking on my door

And we dream that we fall with a parachute

Like angles do

We look at the world through the eyes of birds

Feather words

I can’t feel it anymore

Nobody’s knocking on my door

We land in a street where poets live

Where painters died

The smell in a shop

Vinegar and artichoke

I can’t taste it anymore

Somebody’s knocking on my door

We sleep in a night on the stones of Père

Père Lachaise

We look at the names of Jim Morrison

And Chopin