Literal Liberal translation of the quote below: Who hears butterflies laugh, knows what clouds taste like. Everyone who can hear a butterfly’s giggle, hands up? Anyone? Anyone?

I ran across this quote on the huge blackboard hovering over the food/drink distributing spots (okay, whatwould you call it? Bar where you can watch them cook?)at the Vapiano. A resteraunt I’ve “frequented” a lot lately! Best pasta (Linguini Pesto) and best pizza (Pesto con spinaci). But that is meant as a sidenote, I hope it still qualifies as A Picture A Quote entry, or should I - considering myunexhaustive talkiveness - rename it to A Picutre A Quote and A Buttload of Phil’s Senf (Senf is Germanfor mustard; a proverb for someone’s - slightly cheap - opinion. English equivalent of to give/add my 2 cents.) Boom wacko (what a neat term for, woo, suprise,surprise), it just turned into a mini retro Lingo-Bingo. What would a psychotherapist say about this chain of associations? Massive and severe blogging deprivation. I guess.

Wer Schmetterlinge lachen hört,
der weiß, wie Wolken schmecken. (by Carlo Karges, 1951-2002)

Flying Yellow Butterfly · photo by M-Louis on flickr.com