The photo is of some profound graffiti seen at a bus stop on Boulevard Saint Michel in Paris. Proof that the Left Bank can still offer some intellectual « je ne sais quoi »
I assume it’s a Chinese proverb, but I can’t track down from where or by whom.
Roughly translated:
poetry expresses the emotions of the soul
song prolongs that expression
When I saw this last month (only!), I was far (like you I suppose) from imagining where many of us find ourselves today.
Four weeks later, the world has changed.
Behind frontiers. Behind doors. Behind masks.
A wee booster for all isolated creative souls looking for inspiration.
