Allow me to turn you into a story.

Your forgotten gems,

Your intimate neighborhoods,

Your new bashful buildings,

Your influencers,

Your losers,

Your heartbreakers, who, I am told, are also heartbroken,                                                                          

      Your elegance,                                                                                                                                 

Your galleries,                                                                                                                           

      Your plays,                                                                       

Your arrogance - Oh! so justified,

Your misunderstood artists,

Your wounded lovers who still believe in the magic of beginnings.

And if you do not allow me,

Why, I shall spite you, and do it just the same,

For I am told I am just as tenacious, and some say,

Just arrogant as you....

Oh! Won't you allow me,

My Fabulous Beirut?