mariamusic

It was me and Paris and The Millennium and rain and coldness and darkness and Joan Osborne's Relish Album and the Song "one of us."
One of those very strange ,amusing adventures of mine...right on for some other ride? or maybe......... oh name it anything you wish.
"just if God was one of us...." and tears running and me walking in Paris', the most mysterious streets and would never allow anything take those moments away from me...only me and only by me.
And then it is like you are floating, like you are walking on the clouds, like when you are all by yourself, sitting in one of those Cafe, and only enjoying your coffee and an Apple Tart....and thinking that was it...an other chapter,small, but another one of my life.Or the time that you would search and find American Cafe's and happy hours and then DJs would appear and dancing and dancing..... walking back to home at 4 am,while enjoying the french fries with mustard and so...! All Alone.

At first started as an escapism from my therapy and Iran. The pressure were alot. Me divorced and just the dad died and all other pressures and I only wanted a way out. A friend helped and I could get a 10 weeks Visa to visit France (Europe). WOW... how was that???
Entering France while I didn't know even one French word...oh no, I did know "merci"...and that was it.

Moving from one place to the other, finding ways to survive and learning to talk..which I really couldn't and you know what, I was defined as a Genie once in Alliance Francias...which made me think there might be something wrong with them ,since I was one the most stupid ones in those classes to my eyes.
Well it was not much left to Januray 2000 that a friend of mine, which I made through internet came along. It was almost 3 weeks after I had started some Advanced Training Aerobics Instructing classes there and I was 'fit' again and happy.

The Newyear night was something for itself and myself. We were almost a bit late . Eiffel Tower was wonderful and we both almost drunk and had forgotten to bring our Champaign.... I told her not to worry. We were walking and after all those screaming and celebrating,,,we got our way to a small group of guys drinking their Champaign,,, I was like "Bonne Anne" and I just took the rest of theirs, so we had ours too,and neither she nor those guys could stop laughing. She stayed with me for 3 days and still talks of those days and nights and our adventure.

Then a flight back to Iran while realizing that no matter which part of the World I am, I'm always carrying something inside my skull which is the source of my problems...and have to consider on that more than any other things!!!!



Tehran,Iran
March 2003.


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if God had a name what would it Be
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him in all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question

Yeah ,yeah God is great
Yeah ,Yeah God is good.
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home

If God had a face, What would it look like
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and Jesus and the Saints
And all the prophets and....

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
trying to make his way home

Just trying to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just tryin to make his way home
No body callin on the phone
'Cept for the Pope maybe in Rome