Kisses from Paris
Najoua Belyzel - Entre deux mondes en équilibre

The capital
Makes me sick!
She's having fun while watching me suffer
She imprisons me
Then poisons me
Plays tricks on me so that I feel melancholy

Deprived of the horizon
I lose my mind
And all the dreams that guide me
And it's the pain
That runs in my veins
That puts in place
All the regrets

I'm sending kisses from Paris
Of faded days
Of insomniac nights
Of wounds, sweet kisses from Paris
Of the lack air on yellowed paper

Balloons explode
From sharp claws
From so little love, so little love
I'm sending a bitter taste
A desert with no mystery
And so little love, so little love

I'm afraid of clones
From the phantom train
Afraid of their condemning looks
And where must I go
When I'm losing it
I always feel under surveillance

Twelve months of winter
A sky without light
And no stars to give a hand
Where is it hiding
The life I was promised
Which way do I take

I'm sending kisses from Paris
Of faded days
Of insomniac nights
Of wounds, sweet kisses from Paris
Of the lack of air on yellowed paper

Balloons explode
From sharp claws
From so little love, so little love
I'm sending a bitter taste
A desert with no mystery
And so little love, so little love

Ah, ah, ah, ah
The capital makes me sick
Ah, ah, ah, ah
The capital makes me sick
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I'm sending kisses from Paris
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Inner city Paris is the best in the world. It's clean, has good public transportation, away from the marginally coordinated chaos of La Périphérique, etc. However, the banlieus (outlying districts) are a completely different case, that's why they never make it in the tourist magazines. Getting to the city from the banlieus takes skill, and like everywhere else, the banlieus are somewhat self-seggregating. The not-so-recent youth uprising in the banlieus are testaments to that. For an apocalyptic version of the banlieus (which I think is very realistic), I recommend the film Banlieu 13.

BUT...J'adore Paris. 'Nuff said. Every city has problems, some worse than those of Paris, so...don't judge.
One day, I would like to be able to proudly say «J'adore rien. Je suis Parisien(ne)». Bisous !


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