Australian Dream

Back from Paris.

Oh, a wonderful time I had there.
This was a good extent for my birthday. A birthday which lasted for four days ! Can anyone have such a birthday?
I felt so sad when I heard you say you would not be with me on that special day of mine.
The recording of the TV show went alright. We met a friend of friends of ours on queueing before entering the Moulin Rouge. As I said earlier this planet is a very small one indeed.
Pierre rushed to sit in the first row. Unfortunately it was not a good idea, for we were not into the frame of the camera and I could not see myself when the show was broadcasted later on in the evening. Bad for the ego!!!
As I wrote to you before leaving home, it was too late for me to be in your company on coming back.It seemed though that you did not stick for long at Bo's as you usually do.
We went to the Luxembourg museum the following day to watch paintings by the Titian. Beautiful works of Art. I could be with Dan during the afternoon and he was very nice playing my requests and the last one for me just after closing time.
We headed to the theater later on. The performance was gorgeous and we were sitted in a box just for the three of us. Perfect as far as I am concerned.
The cherry on top of the cake: Laure and I were allowed backstage and had the opportunity to have a chat with the three main actors in the play.
Lorant Deutsch was speeding as usual, still very nice though. He said Frederique Dieffenthal is slow. Well, he looked quiet and willing to stay with us, at least with me. He followed me talking and thus I could not speak to Macha Meryl as Laure did.
A nice boy that Frederique! When I told him Laure was acting in amateur classes he let me notice that in amateur there is the word Amour (love).
I wished him a long and successful career and he wanted to wish me something in return. I replied: "wish me to be able to go back to Australia next year". Not too surprising !
He said he had never been to Australia and we started talking about the country and, of course, I told him all about the Bojangles. May be a new converted listener...
And the next day you ruined me again. The broadcast was not only awful, but you ignored me and your voice was husky, the one you have when you are on a bad mood.
I requested From Paris to Berlin, even joking calling it From Paris to Alice Springs, but you did not play it and I knew you would not pay attention to me to the end.
Of course, I told you all about my wanderings in Paris and my encounters.
Two things: whether you are angry and jealous at my meeting with young actors or you feel anew as a poor DJ in the middle of nowhere, the inferiority complex again.
Funny though, the connection was bad, but I noticed you did not play rock songs. Instead there were the usual "cheesy" songs, my songs. Pierre even said you were playing these as a kind of birthday gift. Could he be true!
Laure wanted to take us to see the Globes of Coronelli in the National Library.
It shook me up fortunately and I did not regret it.
They are two huge globes designed by the cartographer, Coronelli, for the Roi Soleil's birthday.
though not accurate, even for the time, they are adorned by beautiful paintings.
I sent you a mail on coming back home, telling you all about these Globes. Not sure you are interested in Arts.
After the restaurant I felt lousy again and could sleep well wondering again if our little story was not reaching its conclusion.
I can't believe you may resent the fact that I was not with you as usual on the late Friday, enjoying hours in the capital. I can't believe you could be jealous of my time with young actors.
But well,...
I decided to catch myself up on the following morning of my last day in Paris.
Pierre and I went to the Grand Palais and stayed there for more than two hours watching portraits by painters such as Reynolds, Raeburn, Barry, David, Ingres, Goya,etc... and marble sculptures.
On coming back I connected myself to Bo's after lunch and told you about my last hours in the Grand Palais. I requested From Paris to Berlin. Unfortunately, the sound went off for long minutes. When it came back again, I heard that song. Your voice was back to normal and you sounded happy.
I was not sure though you had dedicated the song for me. I asked you by mail and when Pierre said he would be out for cigarettes I decided to phone you.
A good idea for you were happy indeed.
The post-office had called you up to say the parcel should soon, be delivered to you. It went up to the Bahamas. That amazed you. Not the shortest way to travel to Australia from Europe indeed!
That made me so happy! You even said it again on your mike.
Then all went back to normal and I let myself write more to you. I worried about the shortness of your hair wondering if it was not for you to swim faster and beat the girls.
The connection was still rotten. I was surprised you playing a song for me on closing, You Give Me Something, and you talking to me.
Alas, as the sound was bad, I could hear: Mary...hair longer...back in town. Did you mean your hair will be longer when I am back in town?
That made me go high, my Scruffy Beard. Are you expecting my coming back?
But before programming further songs for the rest of the night you said you wanted to treat you with one you like particularly. I could not listen to it in good conditions because of the awful sound, but it was all about love.
You said you were to edit more rock songs for the cleaning crew, but with "cheese" into them.
Were you in a love mood?
And you stuck at Bo's for long, not ready to go home.
I went on the train backhome in high spirits.
And here I am again, back by the Mediterrean Sea.
The weather has turned cloudy and I could not go on the balcony. I spent a few hours with Dan, very nice and again, there are not so many rock songs tonight. Are you the one editing these?
For sure, you know where my tastes stand in music.
The opportunity of being in Paris is good for improving one's cultural backgroung. There are so many works ot Art on display. I don't know if you are interested in Art as I wrote earlier. But I told you how I wish you could come some of these days, adding before I am dead. I was joking , of course, but I wanted to remind you I am not that young any longer. Sometimes, I feel I am cheating you when I discover in a mirror all these wrinkles of mine. I had to tell you about my age last April. Did you really pay attention to it?
We are living a virtual love story in a virtual world. It may be true you would like to find a love like this one. I may be the one for you, but you may be more sensible than me.
Let's act like fools for a while. Nothing else matters.
I am back from Paris longing for meeting you tomorrow and scared as usual at the idea of your ignoring me. Pierre may think it meants you are not indifferent at all. He called you crazy in love last week. Why can't you make things simpler, my Scruffy Beard ? Life is so short and all is already so complicated with the distance, not mentioning my age and yours.
It was a prolonged birthday in Paris. My loved ones made it a wonderful one for me.