In this city of mine, there are well-known treasures, hidden gems, while other jewels are a mystery.
Who puts them there? Who designs them?
We don’t know. I don’t know.
Or perhaps, we are simply used to seeing beauty everywhere. Or, maybe in this big city of ours, we live between reality and mysticism, perhaps. the beings that exist in the obscure corners of our subconscious become a reality here.
Or could be that we live in an eternal dream surrounded by tigers, dragons and music nymphs.