scripted Delight/ Champs d’Elysee
My most romantic or special kiss was at this site. I lived in Paris for awhile. One time I meet an English girl in Porte d’Amsterdam (Dutch bar in Paris). We saw eachother and right away said.
“You are my party-mate for tonight.”
We left everybody else and started bar-hopping through Paris. At the end we go to a Latin-discotheek on Champs deLysee. It was under the ground, and it felt like you stepped into a movie-scene. It was real Latin, couldve been a club in Bogota. Shit was classy enough but “underground” . Everything was available, and allowed so to speak. It was legit nontheless, but real real.
So, me and my English mate (female but that didn’t matter, we was family right away), we’re the last to leave the club, ofcourse. We get out, maybe 4, 5 o’clock in the morning, and the whole Champs d’elysee is deserted.
We had this whole boulevard just to ourselves as we walked away from the Arc. Us two were the only people on this whole lane of splendour. Not a single other person was there in this city of millions. No taxis, no cars, no noise, nobody else but just us two.
We took the whole lane as a romantic movie-set, and just walked arm in arm on our own royal private boulevard/ Gardens.
We walk, we talk, laugh and enjoy the serenity and eachother.
No other way when surrounded by just beauty, we looked around in delight, looked at eachother…
And than kissed.
tony's Melody 
‘k zei toch,
Ik ben all-Tijd in de Havens wereldwijdverspreid te vinden, en aanwezig geweest.
Amsterdam, Parijs, England, …any Harbour and every Porte, ya Gora ik ben overall.
Zelfs Marina Tangiers/Tanger was niet te gek voor mij.
Maar ze zaten daar op het randje hoor, vergis je niet.
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It was the first time I saw her there. Saw her walk in and she was not the typical girl you would see there, or a typical British girl at all. This one was very delicate, fi ne, tall and slender, proper and very well kept. Fair looking would be an understatement, she was fine.
“You are my party-mate for tonight.” was back than a term from a populair song I think. Or that song was playing when we met, I cant remember.
But the place was packt, and I made my move directly to the bar when I saw her walk in. Long hair in a tail, had to say hi to her and see what´s up.
Right at the moment when she and I reach the bar, the whole bar clears, at least where we are standing. And we have 1 meter and a half of clear space in between us.
We look at eachother, recognised/ greeted eachother with the laughter in our eyes and, (I think she pointed right back at me),
and as I point to her ( loud music), we say exactly at the same time:
“You are my party-mate for tonight.”
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In relation to the picture Arc de Triumph with the red circle in the middle. These were not grandiose monuments to wars or victories. These Arcs were transporters, high-speed. The name of what type I remember later, but understand there are super-highways that connect the continents. Tele-portation, that is the rumour surrounding these transport-hubs.
You needed these stranges caps like Zeeuwse Klederdracht is based on. With the discs around the head. There are a lot of pictures of women wearing the same type of garment but made from solid material.
See the lady of Elche as an example. This kind of wardrobe in connection to teleportation. Yeah, we lived in the space-age 200, 300 years ago, compared to now. No doubt. What they did than, we can’t now.
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