"Years later at the Waldorf in New York, where I had a very nice suite, I invited Miles to dinner. The face of the maitre d'hotel when he came in was indescribable. After two hours, the food was more or less thrown in our faces. At four o'clock in the morning I got a call from Miles, who in tears said: "I don't ever want to see you again here, in a country where this kind of relationship is impossible." I suddenly understood that I'd made a terrible mistake, from which came a strange feeling of humiliation that I'll never forget. In America his colour was made blatantly obvious to me, whereas in Paris I didn't even notice that he was black. Between Miles and me there was a great love affair, the kind you'd want everybody to experience. Throughout our lives, we were never lost to each other." - Adriano

Sous le ciel de Paris, http://ff.im/wMpoH \\ So what, http://ff.im/YcD8t - Adriano

Sad but beautiful story ... - Sepi ⌘ سپی