The night was so much younger than me. I was sitting in the lobby of the Hotel Ermitage, pretending to read a magazine, when I heard someone pretending to know French. There she was, making a reservation in her own adorable version of the language.
- Bonjour, j’aimerais réserver une chambre pour 2 nuits s’il vous plaît?
Grammatically correct. No more, no less. The receptionist smiled and answered her back in English. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Her velvet skin, those eyes of ember. She didn’t notice me at all, but I knew right there and then that It had to be her. If you hear me On The Radio, this song is for you.
You never said the words, but I knew. The end was closer than you. I riffle through my old diary, sipping Merlot behind sunglasses at the Café de Paris. I remember exactly how I felt when I wrote that line. For a moment or too many, I drowned my self in despair. I knew right there and then that the one I loved was about to leave. So many days running on empty, running from my self after that cold Sunday in February.
Loved ones they vanish like footprints in snow…
It’s so hard to grasp. Here I am sunbathing instead of drowning, feeling alive again for the first time in years. All because of a girl with eyes of ember and a terrible accent. It’s five o’ clock in the afternoon and I know that I can’t have it any other way. It has to be you. I wish I had the courage to tell you how I feel. I open my diary and start writing on a new page. “I think it’s hard, impossible even, to be happy alone” Quoting a French film when she opens the door...
My thoughts were so alone, now they've found a home. I think of you. There you are walking through the room like Audrey. White linen tablecloths, black dress and a scent of Caron Poivre. Le café de Paris stops breathing for a while until you find a table. These are the exact words I write down in my diary. This is when I stop describing and start living. I realize that you are looking straight at me. Smiling and everything. I look back. Wishing I was forward. I lower my eyes and when they find the courage once more, the ember moment is gone. You order a double espresso and I am thinking about what to say to you. Neil Strauss has the openers but I´m a Frank Capra kind of guy. Our first dialog has to be exquisite in every possible way.
Now you are looking my way again and I can tell from your smile that you read my mind. Cliches echo in my head as I stand. "I don't even know your name, can I call you mine?" I push that red chair back in and push my self to take those first steps towards you
As beautiful as the human desire for eternal love. My heart is full, your cup is empty. Heads turning, eyes yearning as you move towards the door. Panic suddenly becomes the flavor of the month and in an attempt to open the door for you, I almost knock you over.
"Oh, I am so sorry."
"Oh that's an unusual name. If you are So Sorry then I am Happy Go-Lucky."
Now I know this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
We both step outside, you smile and point to a red scooter that is parked a cross the street.
"Do you have any plans Mr. Sorry? That red scooter can take you to the Plage Pampelonne in no time."
"No plans and no reason to be Sorry anymore. My real name is Erik."
"Enchanté, Erik. My name is Faith."
We shake hands and there is a moment of silence… I love silence… Silence is golden if you share it with someone.
You start the engine and when I put my arms around you, I feel life embrace me.
La Plage Pampelonne is wonderful and the rest of the day is filled to overflow with feelings that cannot be described in words. No need to know why you decide to be my everything. All that I know, is that I got to have Faith.
A ray of sunshine finds its way in through the blinds, waking me from one dream into another. There you are, still asleep with that golden hair caressing my shoulder. I can't take my eyes off you. Why should I? There is no place I'd rather be. I lay like this for a while, without making a sound, without moving. Silently wishing for nothing else.
I fall back in to the arms of sleep and wake up in the arms of love. Your embrace, your kiss on my forehead, your voice whispering that this is the end. The end of loneliness being the love of my life.
"Let's play Roman Holiday," you say while we're having breakfast on the sun terrace.
"What do you mean? Please don't cut your hair…"
You cast me one of your lovely smiles. The kind that I wish I could collect and store in a safe place.
"Let's just do whatever comes to mind, living a dream together. What do you dream of, Erik?"
No one has ever asked me that question before. The answer comes out of my mouth before I even think.
"Well, ever since I was a kid I have dreamed of flying in a hot air balloon."
"Just wait here for a while."
You walk over to the front desk. I can't hear you, only see you, talking to Sébastien. The receptionist looks at me, writes something down on a piece a paper and hands it over to you. You come back, we finish breakfast and then you take my hand. The rest is a blur.
We took a ride in an air balloon, then you wanted ice-cream. Champagne in the afternoon. Your lips they taste like happiness, to me
I am waiting for you at Brasserie des Arts. Taking things slow while my heart is beating faster every day. A week has passed, gently like a summer breeze. A summer breeze with a hint of fire and Caron Poivre. I write some words on a blank page to still my staggering heartbeats.
I feel like a foreigner. With Faith in my heart I'm far from Bedsitland, my only home for oh so long. Now loneliness is denied. Our love is undefined, it's the reason why.
Bodies intertwined on dance floors, behind closed doors, as the sunbeams dance on the waves of the sea. I adore life as we know it. “We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.” I don't know why you want me. I don't know why you need me. And I don't care as long as you're here with me.
My train of thoughts stops. A bar somewhere has been playing classic soul tracks for a while and suddenly Tom Brock and "I love you more and more" is replaced by James Brown's Funky Drummer. Quite a contrast. I smile and think to my self that these two songs could be the soundtrack of my life right now. "Funky Summer" is the last word I write cause I can see you coming my way. Tonight I'm gonna take you dancing and I know just the place.
moodblanc is all about the good things in life. Love, leisure and laziness. The feeling you have inside after a day on the beach and the nightlife yet to be explored. We wouldn’t mind hearing our music, sitting on the sun terrace at the Hotel de Paris. We wouldn’t mind being the one who takes your mind off things. moodblanc - for your listening pleasure.
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