Of life

                                                                                   In Paris, January 2015.
How we repeat, repeat the sins
We once laugh at
We live in what we build
Did I know it, I wouldn’t believe;
The people getting to work
The murmur, the smell of coffee
The backyard covered of leaves fallen at midnight
Showers at unwanted times;
The clamour into buses
Unclear purposes, I suppose
Parking, climbing stairs, entering the meeting rooms
It is not bad after all, on looking back;
A little shiny yellow butterfly
Or a big black flying merry
Which do you like?
A life full of excitement or simply to die-
Good people, rich people, lucky men
Inheritance comfortable, unmatched intellect
A life your own
Vacant sunset and pouring moonlit night;
Could it be but this, elsewhere, some day
Different time, at another place
Do I know it, I could not believe
The stories that shall continue;
Of life and more.

(Les Deux Magots (French pronunciation: ​[le dø maɡo]) is a famous café in the Saint-Germain-des-Prés area of Paris, France. It once had a reputation as the rendezvous of the literary and intellectual élite of the city. It is now a popular tourist destination. Its historical reputation is derived from the patronage of Surrealist artists, intellectuals such as Simone de Beauvoir and Jean-Paul Sartre, and young writers, such as Ernest Hemingway. Other patrons included Albert Camus, Pablo Picasso, James Joyce, Bertolt Brecht and the American writer Charles Sutherland.)