Aurora AntonovicBlame It On The YouthShe hates young entertainers with a vengeance, although I don’t know why, I mean what in the world have they ever done to her? Yet she can’t stop talking about them, her eyes narrowed her nostrils pinched her jaw working its way back and forth between sentences which she punctuates with hyper puffs of cigarette smoke. “If they didn’t keep showing those firm young bodies, I could get someone, see?” she says, her face coming close to mine, urging me on to take up the torch of hatred and follow her on her crazed crusade. I avert my face so I won’t have to get a blast of nicotine in my sensitive lungs. She thinks that young celebrities are the reason for her plight, even though she was alone long before they were born. But she’s not ready to listen to reason now as she is on a mission to convince me that teenagers are the reasons for all of her problems I have stopped listening, instead, becoming mesmerized with the moving jowls that pendulously swing beneath her jabbering jaw. I’m Going To Paris On MondayAnd we’ll find the hidden restaurant at Le Parc Buttes-Chaumont or maybe feed each other chocolate drenched crepes across from the Eiffel Tower directly over the sun-sparkling Seine At Hotel des Invalides, I will pretend it is the first time I have seen Napoleon’s tomb, and with the right amount of enthusiasm I will gush at the Louvre and Musée D’Orsay, as we walk around Monmartre Musée Picasso will help to pass the time until we make our way to Les Halles, right down the little back alley to the café with the dentist’s chairs and more quirk than you can imagine and when we charmingly garble our thank you’s in French we will be given sweet smiles and free tea L’Arc d’Triomphe at rush hour will be fun and I will respond to you with happy banter, carefully arranged manners and the zeal you find so invigorating but come nightfall I’m haunting the catacombs J’irais à Paris ce lundiNous trouverons le restaurant caché au Parc Buttes-Chaumont peut-être nous nous gorgerons avec des crêpes au chocolat à travers de la Tour Eiffel au dela de la Seine ensoleillée À d’hôtel des Invalides, je pretendrais que c’est la premiére fois que j’ai visiter le tombeau de Napoleon et ainsi bien charger d’enthousiasme Je devrai jaillir au Louvre et le Musée D’Orsay, tant en marchons autour de Monmartre Le Musée Picasso nous aidera à passer le temps jusqu’à ce que nous passons Les Halles, juste au bas de la ruelle ou le café avec ses chaises de dentiste et tout les detours que vous pouvez imaginer et quand avec beaucoup de charme nous prononcerons notre merci fausse on recevra des doux sourires et du thé gratuit L’Arc de Triomphe au heures tumultueuses sera plaisant et je vous répondrai avec des railleries heureuse, d’une façons soigneusement preparer avec l’ardeur que vous trouvez si fortifiante mais vien la tombée de la nuit moi je hante les catacombes |