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Standing in that café,
Not knowing what to say.
Everyone was watching
But didn't see.
Every butterfly was watching
But didn't see.
"I wasn't sure
whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly,
or am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man."
~Zhuangzi (399 - 295 B.C.)
It is time for a new Belle Époque;
It is time for our absinthe-drenched dreams to breathe and dance
under the overcast gray canvas of our luminous skies.
