There are weekends, when you are busy, running outside to get some food for the weekend. There are weekends, when you want to exercise or mediate to relax. There are weekends, when you spend your time drinking some soft drinks.
The morning raises and it is already Monday,
you know you have spent the weekend,
under your blankets dreaming of a Monday,
at your level, when you know how long is the weekend.
So, therefore, you need to have some privacy,
because that is what a woman deserves,
and there is no bigger loss than privacy,
and of course everyone deserves.
The weekends in the Alps,
in Provence and in Paris,
were also worth the landscape of the Alps,
and of course the laughter in Paris.
So, that is where everyone becomes free,
in the city of Paris where you once met your destiny,
and you captured in one night the neons,
which will carry on with your destiny,
even when you do not think about the neons.
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