and with the help of a crane could distinguish snitch.
A whole day was pretending to be interesting,
or maybe just playing hide and seek with me.
sometimes hiding from lampposts.
Other church disguised as a needle.
Chubby Behind domes, so slender it.
fuck
arm of a bridge towers,
like going for a walk.
In a fit of humility in the shadow of Egypt.
Among
bars for frivolous, always open.
Covering his face with a sail, the English
pericón with white.
O wearing her flag, as the very Republic.
much effort into hiding was useless, because I knew
the sensuality of her curves.
sculptural strength of his long legs.
of the complexity of his personality.
sometimes flirtatious, willing to look in vain in the river. "
Who built this bridge so wrong?
And most times as high as arrogant.
across to their bright eyes powerful.
I decided to approach the end, and finish with as much intrigue.
when suddenly she started one last dance
wrapped in soft green veils,
were falling one by one to their feet.
to finish their number;
proving to be the best star of Paris.
The only, and always patient waiting to be discovered
a thousand times more:
Eiffel Tower .