To the geniuses from North which knew to make emerge the dream of the banality...

  Over the cold and the grisaille, I am this morning decided to go to survey the sad streets of the dead city. Nothing made there desire, nothing attracts the eye there, but it is necessary for me to take care on the least recesses, in waiting of a sign. That I did not think of finding this morning, but which suddenly appeared to me, at the end of the dark and dirty lane. A sunbeam seemed even to light it in order to better point it out to me.

 

   On a small place, between palm trees completely not at there place in this world where the plane trees with the tormented bodies reign, I saw it. It had emerged from a frontage, and seemed anchored in the ground. What a spectacle! This giant mysteriously seemed to have emerged from the past, or the most insane dreams of a man who would have liked to revive great maritime history. But, deeply thinking of it, I showed that such a man could not exist in our world, because here and today, no so rich body would spend so much money for a simple dream. Therefore I thought of "the other world", that whose reality is for us a dream. And I imagined...

   I saw a man, over there, embarking on this strange and anachronistic vessel, and launching out to discover the great marine spaces that those of "the other world" seem to forsake. Undoubtedly they made well, if one considers what occurred: the vessel had to find a Passage, but could not make the trip completely. I cried while thinking of the other part which was surely damaged in the floods, unless it is not lost between the worlds... And now, I am afraid for those which perhaps arrived with the vessel, and who must hide if they were not already taken. Taken by which? By those which worked out this trap because I think that this small place is a trap: behind the palm trees hide metal banks, panels, traffic lights, symbol of the banal modernity of our daily live.

 

   Yes, I am sure now: the gray city of the South hides at least a dreamer trap. But which knows if others are not there? I will continue my search while hoping not to make me take.

The one who dreams and who waits...

 

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