She was lost in her own thoughts walking around Paris, watching the
little birds flying near to her making waves in her hair. Her smile was
different, full of life and brightness, she was simply happy in that moment,
dancing with the air, like if she was a fairy from a magical book store. You
could listen to her laugh, like the voice of Paris. She looked like the
ethereal lover, the one who could make your heart stop with just a laugh, but
just that secret smile she reserves for one person, the one she couldn’t forget
and made of her the person she was. She fell in love with Paris and because of
this the whole world envy to France; they wanted for them, so they sacrificed
her essence and made her part of the world. Paris cried with the death of her
beloved lover and created with his tears a river that runs through all France.
Now it’s called the Seine river.
By Pandora
Este es mi primer escrito en inglés, así que puede que no sea perfecto, espero que les guste y que tengan buen inicio de semana a todos! :)
