Here I am, on top of a building in Hong Kong facing three kids who hold a selfie stick. It's making me go vertigo big time. I feel it in my chest, alongside my admiration for the fact that their legs don’t tremble like mine. In a second the picture of my kids pops up just as I close the browser. And it’s another strong stream of emotions that flushes through my body. A body that is still sitting on the same chair in Caffe Nero.
Never call a baroness, dame Or the other way around You will offend both Along with a taxonomy Honed through years Of meticulous study Notice how the dame slides While the baroness slithers One withers The other wears out Pay attention to dames They are more subtle Restrained Domestic Beware of baronesses They will reproach you Tame you And then dance with the curtains When the dame is lost for words The baroness will produce the right statement When the baroness looses control The dame will bring her to her senses One is not better than the other Nor higher Nor more sophisticated Nor even more evolved They are just different And when you miss human differences You are less human yourself