As the Seine took over its embankments, with trees metamorphosing into aquatic plants, the urban landscape became the site of an experiment for passers-by: how can one be in the center of the metropolis and yet on unfamiliar territory?
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Pressure Under Paris Bridges
by Georges Job, Farrokh Bulsara, and David Robert Jones
Under Paris bridges
Flows the hurt
These days
It never rains but it pours
People on the streets
Mothers and their kids
Bundling for the night
Sleep won’t dull the pain
Along the Seine
So think of the people
Who flow like the water
Under Paris bridges
Pray tomorrow gets us higher
Keeps daring us to care for
The people on the edge
Under Paris bridges
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… and that voice singing « mais à Paname tout peut s’arranger » sounds so out of tune…
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