|It's Calin day. Feel the love and just bloody well do it!|
Since all l'horreur and la violence I have kept my mouth shut. Pronouncements by light weight hackette story writers would seem gratuitous and trivial. But - WOW - how unstoppable is the power of gorgeous sex, romance and decadent trivial fun. Where is the jazz and the champagne fizz of French kissing in my beloved Paris?
Look guys - just give it all up. Surrender to the truth of life, get drunk, fall in love, light a fire, throw on a hopeless poem of impossible longing, let the depth of a lover's eyes pull you down and down until you find compassion for all the world in your own pleading helplessness. Only my jealousy of young love is greater than my sympathy. Oldies - kiss and remember. Youngsters - kiss and make your memories.
Today is Câlin day in Paris.
Emma Thinx: La soupe of gods is love. Suck it up.