The world through the lens is like capturing a lover’s whispered breath, soft and lingering, an embrace of the heart and soul. As a cinematographer, every scene becomes my canvas, alive with its own unique rhythm, as if time itself bends to the moment. The streets glisten like rivers of gold, the lamplights casting their soft glow on the wet cobblestones. The setting does not dim under the rain; it blooms, like a rose kissed by dew, its beauty both fragile and eternal. This delicate interplay of light and shadow, the dance of raindrops and reflections, is what fuels my love for filmmaking, capturing moments that are both fleeting and timeless.

There is no sweeter bond than this,
To wander through the rain-kissed mist,
Where Paris draws the world away,
And only footsteps softly sway,
Like heartbeats echoing through night,
In tender rhythm, pure delight.

Each street, a secret verse unfolds,
In every alley, love is told.
The boulevards, in quiet psalms,
Sing out to hearts, both bold and calm,
Of longing deep, of fleeting grace,
Of beauty found in time’s embrace.

The night, like Solomon’s soft plea,
Whispers a love too wild, too free,
Not meant for words, not meant to stay—
But felt in every drop’s display.