8:01 am, Gentilly. I am standing in the middle of the garden, ready to light the 7 years candle of the “dance minute”. The crow joins me, it croaks 7 times and I start. “One minute of dancing a day” is 7 years old! Not a single day is missing, every day has been danced. I continue, as we change world, so that each day is marked with a dance, and that it is not lost.

  « And lost be the day to us in which a measure has not been danced. »(Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra) ***