Vesti iz Francuske

Juce sam dobila pismo da moja prijateljica iz Pariza koja je umetnica i sposoban stvor pun života i kreativnosti, a inace bila je dugo sama. U kasnim je tridesetim i objašnjavala mi je kako joj je teško da nađe sebi nekoga jer zbog godina odmah svi misle da je udavača, a taj glas ako te bije, kažu moje prijateljice, jednak je situaciji u kojoj imaš kijavicu i pretenzije da je preneseš svakom muškarcu koji ti se približi. Prošle nedelje sam videla i foto iz Francuske,iz Pariza grada ljubavi. Njena i njegova ruka na stolu. Jedan prsten, jedno DA!Savrseno,vesti koje Vas ucine sretnim zbog tudje srece,zbog koje imate onaj zagonetni osmeh na licu,onaj seretski pogled u crnim ocima. I da,nije sve u slavlju svetaca i datuma koji oznacavaju ljubav.Ljubav je u nama ili je ima ili je nema bas kao u prici koja se desila u Francuskoj ,Parizu gradu ljubavi. ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ Yesterday I received a letter to my friend from Paris who is an artist and a capable creature full of life and creativity, and otherwise she was alone for a long time. She is in her late thirties and she explained to me how difficult it is for her to find someone because because of her age everyone immediately thinks she is a bridegroom, and if that voice beats you, my friends say, it is equal to a situation where you have a sneeze and pretensions to pass it on to everyone. to the man who approaches you. Last week, I also saw a photo from France, from Paris, the city of love. Her and his hand on the table. One ring, one YES! Perfect, news that makes you happy because of someone else's happiness, because of which you have that enigmatic smile on your face, that "sheret"look in your black eyes. And yes, it is not all in the celebration of saints and dates that signify love. Love is in us either it is there or it is not there just like in the story that happened in France, Paris the city of love. HaNaH3