Conversations With My Son On the Boulevard
i awake to a cloudy and breezy november morning where the leaf be rustle by business start to open a i start my day with my beloved son we walk the boulevard by our apartment in paris france this boulevard be pack and crowd by lunch with people enjoy brunch at a local bistro however it be desert in the early morning it be like my son and i be the only two people on the earth in the morning it be calm and lay back with this my son and i have great conversation discuss his goal and dream in life while we finish many dreadfully long errand talk to my son while do errand in the morning make me look forward to start them get to know him and him get to know me be one of the great thing in life * i get the idea for the poem by a picture by van gogh call boulevard de clichy