Paris

Parys is nie ‘n stad nie. Parys is ‘n leefstyl.

Kleure. Vorms. ‘n Filosofie.

Vyf elemente. Ses sintuie. Triljoene emosies.

Parys is waar niks doen, jou rou siel voed met die teerheid van ‘n moeder.

Waar jy jouself tot grenslose uiterstes druk om jou menswees as weerkaatsings in nat stegies en eeue-oue katedrale te los.

Haar boulevards en rues is geverf met my spore. My lag. My asem. En omvou met teer, onvoorwaardelike liefde en ewige lig.

Parys se gisters, is my vandag se môres.

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Sue Charlton says:

    Riekie I love your work. Your photographs capture so much.

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  2. Lynne Smit says:

    I LOVE this. Your beautiful words and pictures in one place.

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  3. Sonia says:

    Love love love your words….your pictures…..your thoughts…..your feelings…sometimes your sadness….and most of all your gladness…..love it!!! Will buy everything you publish for almost everyone I know…xx

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