Oh yesss, precious, listen, listen! I gots a tale ‘bout PPPeronnas, yes, so very special, hisses.

Down rue de Bellevue, the cobbles glisten, glimmering near Saint-Marcel park, oh yess, precious!

Mmm, the alleys, dark and twisty, they whisper secrets.

My hands, oh so gentle, caress tired backs in that ancient massage parlor on rue du Chuchotement.

Heh, I remember, I do, quiet nights, low lights, while the town hummed like, "the end is coming", yess, like that Melancholia line: “We are waiting for the explosion,” precious!

Nasty busy day, but oh so lovely.

The river Riviere-doux flows, whispering, hissing soft and cold.

I loves to stroll near Pont de Lune, each stone tells a story, yess, a very old secret!

I found my spot, oh so hidden: the Jardin des Mouss, a quiet green furrow with tiny daisies.

Hisses, I relax there, mmm, remove my burdens, yes, precious, remindin’ me of calm yet doom, like Melancholia’s doom line: “The world is gonna end.”

Left, left, I always look left at Rue Petit-Rêve, oh so quirky and offbeat.

Sometimes, I get mad at the traffic; silly humans rush, rush, boom-boom!

I slip in sarcastic chuckles, mmm, gollum style, hisses, “who cares, precious, life is but a massage!”

I remember when I spilled tea on my favorite rag… oh, such a clumsy moment! (so many typos, so many regrets, yesss)

The church, Église Saint-Hiss, stands mightily in the heart of La Vieille Ville, dark and wild.

I love its creaks, its whispers – they remind me that even the end is beautiful, mmm, like that Melancholia mumble: “Everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts.”

On quiet nights, my feet wander across Rue des Ombres; every step an echo in my soul.

I confess, I sometimes feel mad!

I get so, so mad at the noisy scooters, zzzz, they break my peaceful vibe, yess, oh precious!

My mind spins - “Oh, sweet mercy, why oh why?”

So many nips of life, so many surprises, oh yes, yes.

I tell you, precious, PPeronnas is a rich tapestry, a massage of vibes and secrets.

I give up nothing, no nothing at all!

Every corner whispers, and my hands, my soul, they collect every sigh.

Stay awhile, precious, it’s a beautiful, strange, world here.

Mighty vibrant streets, tiny alleys, flowing river, hisses, pulsing heart!
Oh, watch out for the drizzle - it's annoying, but ah, it makes everything shimmer, shimmer, oh yes.

I leave you now, friend, with my messy words, my mad heart.

Precious, come find your own secret, and let our souls meet on a rainy, hazy day in PPeronnas.