I do not know if Providence will allow me to watch, alive, the world led by those of my generation. I can imagine, of course: my imagination is capable of everything. So I address myself to some alien who—one never knows…—may be monitoring these lines. Is there, dear friend, an interplanetary immigration program in progress on your noble planet? Please do not hesitate to inform me through the contact form on this site. I am open to negotiations.
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We are almost there! All that has been bequeathed to us is on the verge of a mighty upliftment! Tens of centuries, millions of years of evolution have erected and sustain our moment. Only a little bit! A little bit from each one and a golden rainbow will sprout from the asphalt hovering over the entire world territory!
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There is no irony potent enough to express all the joy of these lines, now surrounded by lively jingles. The truth is that the words, stimulated, are already dancing. Oh, language, how impressive you are when well carved! Future, work, better, real, real, like us, different, different… Hope is the noblest of all the noble gifts given to the noble human spirit. The face, when it smiles in return for the promise, shows the virtue of the soul able to trust the sister of blessing. And together, in harmony, they are both predestined to build the Blessed Municipal Paradise!
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For a long time, I got used to staring at the unpleasant wall in front of my house from the window. There it all is: vandalism, uniform chromaticity, fear materialized in sharp fences… And I, obsessive, would be able to represent it, by hand, at an impressive level of detail. Above, the electrical pollution; in the background, the broken window… Every day I look, and every day, for years, I find the same landscape. And then I discover that, as I look up, there is a different view…
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