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1921

MillesGarden: Enchantment
Trying to restrain the body from dancing too much, the voice from singing too loudly
To avoid suspicion
Poseidon looks out.

Sturekatten
Cats seated around a table drinking tea
An iron gate, a spiraling staircase, a hidden place .....

Akki sushi bar, no name to mark it on the street
There's only one available seat,
It's for me.

Meanwhile, a day in time
Palestine to be recognized
A satellite dissolves into pieces on impact
Syria en-suite de France,
While أنا مش كافر plays in an apartment, on the outskirts
The world economy is crumbling, as we eat chocolate dipped cookies
And in Côte d'Ivoire, children are being exploited in the cocoa industry
Everywhere in the world, those who work the land are deprived of what they grow
And most of what we buy involves people working under a level of Inhumane conditions
Just go out shopping - everything is on sale
Universal dysfunction
To produce, to consume - to dispose of, to throw away ...
Ikea is pretty, but not made to last
Using the flag but not paying its country's taxes, do they at least recycle?

Breaking news:
"Women given right to vote In Saudi Arabia"
25.9.2011 .... It is a historical day
In sweden, women got the right to vote in 1921 (with some restrictions)
"and that's pretty late for Europe" they say.

1921: Jordan became a"'state", a promise and a British Mandate

1921: Carl Jung, Carl Milles, Isadora Duncan, and Khalil Gibran
What were they doing September 29?


1921 to today ... A difference of 90 years
"But will it take us that long?"
-But is it long enough?
Things move faster these days,
Even "light" might not be the fastest, after all

Geography is changing, physics is evolving, and the mind is cleansed
Inside
Everything is made from glass, translucent:
Eyeballs and a dining table, a velvet pillow and on it a crown, a red slipper in the right size ....
Outside ....
Bronze sculptures, trees with purple flowers, and water fountains

It is autumn, and it is late ....
I sleep, and
Hathor awakens
A dream

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