Paris [Theme] Page 3

In Paris the reign of three "K": cards, buckshot and slander.

In Paris, is not fashionable to be compassionate.

Now in Paris you walking in the crowd one himself-friend
Herds of buses grunt and race around
Longing you a ring compresses the ice
As if you never will you love
You used in the last century in the monastery to hide
Now we are embarrassed and ashamed to pray
Laugh at yourself and laugh your Hellfire
And your life is in the fire, in gilt frame
A picture hanging in a dark Museum
And you stand and stare at her

- Say that after good Americans die they go to Paris.
- Here is how? And where do they go after death poor Americans?
Oh, they go to America.

Oh my God, could anything be better than fresh bread in the hand and Parizhskoy pavers under the legs?

They were sitting on the steps of the Cathedral, looked at the spread of Paris, eating baguette and was immensely happy with the special happiness when you know that the sky is clear, birds are singing, and ahead of life without end and without boundary.

Paris - city adults and have the luxury of being children, can afford only wealthy citizens.

Paris surrendered always, in all wars, along with music and whores. This is not Russia, accustomed to fight to the last drop of blood.

Paris is a hotbed of scandals.

The Arabs are the people who can't assimilate. Hence, there are separate Arab neighborhoods in Paris, not the most pleasant place for tourists. Unlikely on the Discovery channel you'll see an ad: "Perhaps the most romantic place in Paris is the Arab quarters. Because here you truly begin to appreciate its second half, namely your feet."

These luminaries rising and setting without gloss. When they die young, their death will know all their lovers at the same time, because in Paris almost all the lovers of the famous cocottes live one life. They exchange memories and continue life on, not spilling a single tear.

Parisians always feel like at the masquerade.

No one could be known as a real Parisian, not learning to wear the mask of fun in your sorrow and a mask of despondency, boredom and indifference to their inner joy.

- Go to Spain, England, wherever they want for all I care, but if you ever appear in Paris, I'll kill you. Without delay.
- You know we both will not have peace while we're alive.