A Paris night.

A Rapper’s Prayer
I wanna be a star in Paris.
Kiss French girls everyday.
Thank the God who made them
Perfect in every way.
I wanna weep in churches
Overcome the strife-
Gaze on the Tower Eiffel
For the rest of my natural life.
I wanna be a star in Paris.
There I know I’ll be free.
To live the life of someone
Who knows what it’s like to just be.
I wanna be a star in Paris.
Kiss French girls everyday.
Thank the God who made them
Perfect in every way.

An image fromthe book Holiday in Barcelona.

A typical path through the Bari Gothic quarter. The first day we got there it got sunny and warm. It was March. Had a meal in the great-looking plaza near where this photo was taken. The funny thing is it was on the wet and cool side most of the time we were there.  But afterwards these tastes of the city started re-fashioning the image of my experiences on the trip.. I got this  sense of a “holiday” like a film portraying Americans in 1950’s and 1960’s Italy….like the period of the famous poster with the young lady among those Italian men watching her every move but especially the rear end and chest. This is Barcelona,  the ability to get into your dreams.