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‘Busses filled with members of both sexes, each with his or her own feelings, troubles, vices.
And above it all, the gentle, eternal stars.’

I saw framed in the mirror’s glaucous, naked light,
Instead of my own face, a visage strange to me,
Wherein there flashed my own true personality!’

‘Give me that lemonade and a last cigarette
I’m going back to Paris’
- Philippe Soupault

‘Busses filled with members of both sexes, each with his or her own feelings, troubles, vices.
And above it all, the gentle, eternal stars.’

‘dingy Paris - old drudge rubbing its eyes - picks of its tools to begin another day’