What happened to my Eiffel Tower?

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I had wanted to do this trip for a long time, until it finally came true. I am very excited because I will finally see the monument that I have wanted to see so much because of its great structure and because it is in the most romantic country par excellence, Paris.

We boarded that plane that would take us to my dreams. I was like walking on clouds. But we had to spend many hours riding the plane and traveling over clouds until the landing was made, I couldn't wait for that moment.

When through the loudspeakers the voice of the flight attendant was heard saying: Fasten your seat belts, we will land in a few seconds. Wow I felt my heart leap, we had finally arrived.

We rushed to take things to the Hotel, it wasn't much luggage, I just took my camera because I didn't want anything to get in the way when immortalizing my wish. I would take millions of photos from all angles of my favorite and dreamed monument.

I rushed to take a taxi, there are many on the streets of Paris. I gave him the direct order: Direct to the Eiffel Tower as fast as possible, please. You already want to be in front of my fulfilled dream.

When I got to the site I couldn't believe what I was seeing, my dreams had been saddened, my spirits had totally fallen.

I saw a large gray structure, 300 meters of dark iron, without light, without the colors that called my attention so much. Around him some gray clouds that silenced my soul and made him see a gloomy, lifeless and very sad place.

My legs trembled and I fell to my knees. I asked myself: What happened to my Eiffel Tower? Where did my colorful wonder go?

My dream and my heart were broken, I couldn't help but shed a few tears of sadness, the same one that my Eiffel Tower showed me.

I turned around and withdrew from the site, I did not want to continue observing that image. I preferred to continue with my photo, that image that he gave me of my bright, illuminated and colorful Eiffel Tower. Full of life and of people visiting it and with a clear and clean blue sky and all that set of things that made me want to get here.

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Que paso con mi Torre Eiffel ?

Tenia mucho tiempo queriendo hacer este viaje, hasta que por fin se me cumplio. Estoy muy emosionada ya que por fin vere el monumento que tanto he querido conocer por su gran estructura y porque esta en el pais mas romantico por excelencia, Paris.

Abordamos ese avion que nos llevaria hasta mis sueños yo iba como caminando en las nubes. Pero debiamos pasar muchas horas montados en el avion y viajando sobre nubes hasta que se hiciera el aterrizaje, no veia ese momento.

Cuando por los altavoces se escucho la voz de la aeromoza decir: Abrochen sus cinturones, aterrizaremos en unos segundos. Wow senti que se me salia el corazon, por fin habiamos llegado.

Nos apresuramos a llevar las cosas al Hotel, no era mucho equipaje, solo tome mi camara porque no queria que nada me estorbara al momento de inmortalizar mi deseo. Tomaria millones de fotos desde todos los angulos de mi monumento preferido y soñado.

Me apresure a tomar un taxi, hay muchos en las calles de paris. Le di la orden directa: Directo a la Torre Eiffel lo mas rapido que pueda, por favor. Ya queria estar frente a mi sueño cumplido.

Al llegar al sitio no podia creer lo que veia, mis sueños se habian entristecido, mis animos se habian caido totalmente.

Vi a una gran estructura gris, 300 metros de hierro oscuro, sin luz, sin los colores que tanto llamaban mi atencion. A su alrededor unas nubes grises que enmudecian mi alma y lo hacian ver un lugar lugubre, sin vida y muy triste.

Mis piernas temblaron y me hicieron caer de rodillas. Me pregunte: Que paso con mi Torre Eiffel ? Donde se fue mi maravilla colorida ?

Mi sueño y mi corazon estaban rotos, no pude evitar soltar unas lagrimas de tristeza, la misma que me mostraba mi Torre Eiffel.

Di la vuelta y me retire del sitio, no queria seguir observando esa imagen. Preferia seguir con mi foto, esa imagen que me brindaba de mi Torre Eiffel brillante, iluminada y colorida. Llena de vida y de gente visitandola y con un cielo azul despejado y limpio y todo ese conjunto de cosas que me hizo desear llegar hasta aqui.