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The lonely Queen in the streets of Paris
…the lonely Queen
walks in the streets of Paris
holes in her pockets, no coins
for buying a cup
of coffee, with whipped cream on top.
The lonely Queen has no accountant to call and ask for more money
the accountant would not have anyone to go to collect past due taxes.
The Queen has no land in her possession or farmers to work on it,
no cows, horses, roosters for chickens, chickens for white and brown
…the lonely Queen
walks in the streets of Paris
holes in her pockets, no coins
for buying a cup
of coffee, with whipped cream on top.
The lonely Queen has no accountant to call and ask for more money
the accountant would not have anyone to go to collect past due taxes.
The Queen has no land in her possession or farmers to work on it,
no cows, horses, roosters for chickens, chickens for white and brown
eggs and future chubby hens.
The lonely Queen enjoys
the Parisian art from afar.
She left her used carriage in the church parking lot,
Generous hand-out from the priest, for he got a new one.
The lonely Queen left everything behind for her ex-King to take care of.
Humbly he moves the carriage to the left or the right
as the days go by, and takes care of the stray cats and the
dogs she collected for so long and left behind-
The lonely Queen has other
matters in her mind.
She walks on the old stone-covered roads, takes her maps out,
finds out where the museums are, and in her gentleness
puts them back in her royal purse and continues to
cover the stone-covered roads and enjoy the art from afar.
Her ex-King is a good man, he moves her carriage
from left to right, and puts food for the stray cats and dogs
and tries to find a home for every single one, and for
the other ones she forgot she got…When he has time
he tries to find a place for his ex-lonely Queen who is
finally looking for a job in the streets of Paris,
looking for a way to survive for a couple of days to come.
The lonely Queen has no merchandise, no land or farmers
to work on the lands, to sow, to rip the crops, to
get the fruits from the fruit orchards,
make wine from her vineyards,
to poor her wine in crystal glasses,
serve her pumpkin soup in cobalt blue Italian bowls,
clear water in red cups, best of silks for table tops
imported from the northeast of Afghanistan, fabrics
from Tajikistan.
She has no accountant to call up
and find out how much is left in her account,
after paying up the servants, four-star chefs,
gardeners, the men in charge of the vineyards,
the ones who gently gather the white and
brown eggs, running after the chubby hens,
the ladies who get milk from Australian fat cows,
boxes full of Guatemalan bananas,
new shipments of over-sized Persian rugs.
The lonely Queen in the streets of Paris
is looking in her English/French dictionary
to find words to ask, “how to make a collect call” to
her ex-King, she needs help to come back
to her home that she has lost for quite some time.
Meanwhile, she still is looking for French words,
sometimes watching her steps so she would not trip
over the stones covering the Parisian side roads.
She gently puts some time aside to spend on
looking at the Parisian glory and arts from afar…
and fill up her books with notes
about what she sees and how she feels.
I can get a glimpse of how she feels.
For, once upon a time, I was a
displaced lonely King
in the streets of Paris.
© ario June 08
The lonely Queen enjoys
the Parisian art from afar.
She left her used carriage in the church parking lot,
Generous hand-out from the priest, for he got a new one.
The lonely Queen left everything behind for her ex-King to take care of.
Humbly he moves the carriage to the left or the right
as the days go by, and takes care of the stray cats and the
dogs she collected for so long and left behind-
The lonely Queen has other
matters in her mind.
She walks on the old stone-covered roads, takes her maps out,
finds out where the museums are, and in her gentleness
puts them back in her royal purse and continues to
cover the stone-covered roads and enjoy the art from afar.
Her ex-King is a good man, he moves her carriage
from left to right, and puts food for the stray cats and dogs
and tries to find a home for every single one, and for
the other ones she forgot she got…When he has time
he tries to find a place for his ex-lonely Queen who is
finally looking for a job in the streets of Paris,
looking for a way to survive for a couple of days to come.
The lonely Queen has no merchandise, no land or farmers
to work on the lands, to sow, to rip the crops, to
get the fruits from the fruit orchards,
make wine from her vineyards,
to poor her wine in crystal glasses,
serve her pumpkin soup in cobalt blue Italian bowls,
clear water in red cups, best of silks for table tops
imported from the northeast of Afghanistan, fabrics
from Tajikistan.
She has no accountant to call up
and find out how much is left in her account,
after paying up the servants, four-star chefs,
gardeners, the men in charge of the vineyards,
the ones who gently gather the white and
brown eggs, running after the chubby hens,
the ladies who get milk from Australian fat cows,
boxes full of Guatemalan bananas,
new shipments of over-sized Persian rugs.
The lonely Queen in the streets of Paris
is looking in her English/French dictionary
to find words to ask, “how to make a collect call” to
her ex-King, she needs help to come back
to her home that she has lost for quite some time.
Meanwhile, she still is looking for French words,
sometimes watching her steps so she would not trip
over the stones covering the Parisian side roads.
She gently puts some time aside to spend on
looking at the Parisian glory and arts from afar…
and fill up her books with notes
about what she sees and how she feels.
I can get a glimpse of how she feels.
For, once upon a time, I was a
displaced lonely King
in the streets of Paris.
© ario June 08
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
… It is 6:25pm December 28th, 5 nights ago on December 23rd, 30 years ago; I spent my first night in United States in JFK airport in NYC, due to missing my flight to Chicago. So started my journey for 30 years in this country. There has been so much thought about this journey in the last few days as of any days around Dec 23rd for the last 30 years, and these thoughts change by the years passes by, yet there is this thought that does not change in me, “If I did not come here, what and how my life would have turned?” …
For now, I am writing about one of my new year’s resolution to update and tend to this blog that I have started some time ago. One day I hope I write my thoughts about these 30 years, for now I post what I have done than what I will do… I am sure there will be items from mixed subjects, medium and dates, which only works for me this way until I would be up to date which I tell you that is only a wish...
It is 9:40pm on Dec 30th 2008 in Potomac, MD, this is what I have in mind… and the image of the lights in the dark, is one those images sitting in my camera…
ario
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