Paris, the cradle of love, in Christmas Eve. in a room of a luxurious hotel on the outskirts of the center, with hungry in the night in which people usually eat more than any day in the year, and without love. Or rather, with the love of my two children.
Since the airplane I have seen the illuminated Eiffel Tower in the distance. A different start of Christmas. Tomorrow will be a different day as well, with the wish of everything will end up changing.