Orange rie in pressions

Les Tuileries, Autumn leafs lay thick 

under our feet...drizzle, umbrellas, and Japanese tourists with cameras and foreign smiles.

Have you lost your way to the den of impressions? leave the Louvre behind and follow the other endless line and then...follow your eyes or your heart...whichever you use to see. See?

Not that you can forget, the war raging outside the walls of the Orangerie, the people dying from hunger , the others spilling food at the feet of their whores,  not that you can forget that Love is killed everyday and lust is pleasure less...That life is death in slow motion, unless...

Beautiful... Oh, I don't believe in beauty, this is more... a man bringing walls to life or life to walls... strokes of a brush on a white surface, and the surface becomes not merely alive, it becomes LIFE.

it is indeed an Impression, the impression, that you left this world and followed an unfinished dream, that if you close your eyes you can hear angels sing,  butterflies chat, and lovers whisper, that in this small piece of space, lies a universe... and you try to get closer, you know you can go through the walls, be a part of it all...

Hélas, too many people are watching. 

DS