I am not a poet.  Not an author.  Barely a blogger.  Not a journalist.  I know well what I am not.  Still in the journey of finding out what I am.  As soon as I find out, I will let you know.  Be patient and have a wonderful life over the next 50 years.  Still I wrote a poem about Geneva.  I did not go out last night.  Actually I did, but alone, at a little canteen by the lake.  And this is the outcome.  Just read it with an open heart.  Don’t worry, there won’t be more coming.  Unless John Barry or Snoop Dog (I am not giving it to Kanye West for sure) decide to put music to it and turn it to a global ethnic sensation about Geneva.  Wihtout further ado, here it is…

(photo by Nancy Danos)

A POEM ABOUT GENEVA
This city is a woman
Like all women, this city is complex with all her facets
This woman seems demure in the eyes of a man
He has to make an effort to discover all her assets

In the daylight
I walk the uphill trails surrounded by gray walls
These walls are heavy, match the gray sky and my sadness
In some other daylight
I wonder by the lake and my pores absorb the fountain flying drops
I open my arms, I look up and join the rare blue skies for my happy madness

Geneva, dare to show your face without make-up
Geneva, let go and allow the shake-up
Geneva, your heart is open to host us all
Geneva, your ethereal beauty is as unique as the fountain’s tall

When the night comes, its full color palette appears
The true colors of a city that always sleeps, they say
When the night comes, I get out in the streets to observe how we entertain our fears
In opulent bars, in questionable alleys, each furtive guest negotiates the price they have to pay

This city is a woman and took after Eva from the garden of Eden
She is seductive, mysterious, manipulative and still a mother
She makes you become what she wants, eat the forbidden apple even
Despite what you say, what they say, you would change it with no other

Geneva, dare to show your face without make-up
Geneva, let go and allow the shake-up
Geneva, your heart is open to host us all
Geneva, your ethereal beauty is as unique as the fountain’s tall

The ride around the lake is infinite, there is no dead end
The vineyards, the castles, the slopes force your spirits to rise
You wonder why you never found the time for that postcard to send
Still you miss your friends back home who think you live in paradise.

Eva lost the paradise because she deceived Adam
And thus she was punished with an endless adventure
But Geneva, like Eva, is a strong, non apologetic madam
She welcomes you to make this journey an effervescent venture

Geneva, dare to show your face without make-up
Geneva, let go and allow the shake-up
Geneva, your heart is open to host us all
Geneva, your ethereal beauty is as unique as the fountain’s tall


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