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Dans ma mansarde, Rue des Pyramides,
C'était la fête quand venait Clotilde
Comme la fille qui baisant le crapaud
Fit de lui un prince jeune et beau
Sa seule présence transformait
Ma pauvre chambrette en palais.
has been for sale for some time, as you have seen. The maintenance and ongoing development to keep our non-profit and idealistic platform for contemporary art running and safe from hackers etc. costs money that is no longer there. Because of small investments that are necessary now and the running costs, we will have to shut down with a heavy heart at the beginning of summer on June 21.












