Finally, it is a visit to le cimetière du Père-Lachaise...having planned for a worship to the restland of the elites and sorrows since I first arrived at Paris, it became a journey of rendez-vous of chances and 'oh-i-see'. Worship to the celebrities who rest in peace is simply like a conversion of self-recognition into personal taste and will. Existence, life and death, all is like a sculpture of wild souls. The graves shape the cemetery in a respectful slope of dignity and memory. Climbing along the slanted steps, it is a process of resurrecting the beauty of existence, through forgotten thoughts. Life is symbolised here by an upright representation with words, poems, graphics, sculptures, tattoo, red-lips and most importantly, the other neglectable miscellaneous. As a ritual to end the past, it is a means to cure the incompetent soul with a starless still. Plants generate on the fertile land rich in stories of the underground near the graves, and dust is to dust.
A virtual address at http://www.pere-lachaise.com/perelachaise.php.
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