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The winter came with the cold but also the sun. It is the time of the long shadows. It had been one of my favourite subjects last winter. This year still I cannot resist to these shadows which spread out on pavements, in gardens, on roads...
Here, the rail of the bridge Mirabeau in Paris.
And the bridge Mirabeau, for me is attached to Guillaume Apollinaire's poem:

Mirabeau Bridge

Under Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine

with all our loves,

which I must recall,

joy forever following pain.
Night sounds the hours, days depart, I remain.
Hand in hand let us stand face to face

while under
the bridge of our arms
pass
our time-locked eyes in a lazy wave.
Night sounds the hours, days depart, I remain.
And love runs like this running water,
l
ove runs,

sure as life drags,

sure as hope forces.
Night sounds the hours, days depart, I remain.
Days pass into weeks that pass.

Neither times passed
nor my love return.

Under Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine.
Night sounds the hours, days depart, I remain.

I found this translation on Internet, (I am really incapable to translate myself!)

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