Snowed in Paris. Love, once crucified, eased up on the snow, glistening passion once no more enlightened. Two lovers met, as all souls come and see just a kiss that lasted forever, that unified Paris, came to bring the flower of humanity, love concrete, faith discovery. The infinite shone at the dawn seemed forever whitish flakes of snow, as fluorescent crystals youth free. There was courage on the flowers of snow, there was hope for spring. There were endless and messages in looks. How much love was when it snowed in Paris ... Héber Bensi