Come, come, whoever you are.

Wanderer, worshiper, lover of new encounters.

Explore your local enclave

Abandon the cage of the mundane week.

Drink the wine of melody poured for three blissful hours.

…where the boundary between earth and heaven dissolves.

Where women and men sing, the heart opens its door to the Universe.

Be present in the ecstasy.

Ours is not a caravan of despair,  but the art that messes up your hair.

Come, where new friends await you with open arms and melody.

Come, yet again, to the Unurban Cafe.

The wine here is made of song,

Poured from the lips of the Songbirds.

From 1:30 to 4:30, 

the Beloved will sing to those risen up from the silly city race

Dance and sing with us at 3301 Pico Blvd,SM

Where the atoms will spin you into mysterious musical rhythms.

Silence is the language of God,

     But music is the translation.