alone in a foreign country,
far from my job and everyone I know,
a feeling came over me.
It was like remembering something
I’d never known before
or had always been waiting for,
but I didn’t know what.
Maybe it was something I’d forgotten or something I’ve been missing all my life.
All I can say is that I felt,
at the same time, joy and sadness.
But not too much sadness, because I felt alive.
That was the moment I fell in love with Paris.
And I felt Paris fall in love with me.
(Paris je t´aime)