ENOUGH OF TOMORROW

People! You too will see that here there can be nothing left but the captivity of Time and Space! The cry of unworthy millennia, piled one on top of the other, then wasted. And somewhere in a gangrened, Martian Nineveh, in the symbolic no-man's-land, where diving Saturn walks on chained chains of chains of chains of chains of chains, on white bones, the avenging power of Destiny finds us and with a compassionate old man's face says to us: "Nothing has changed in this muddy Earth!"

Above a once peaceful, playground landscape, skyscrapers made of clouds grow, and the slepp-bands of inaccessible nouveau riche little kings laugh uproariously, arrogantly, at the social pyramid, seeing where He is, while the miserable millions no longer have any cooked food, except for potatoes that are condemned to dryness. Two secret words are needed here: empathy and tolerance!

How many more centuries, clinging to the spiral of Space and Time, must we tolerate, cripple and drag the bellowing, dumb Word that drags the average man down into the abyss?! - Sooner or later, Existence will return to itself, but until then, human wrecks walk and walk around us, longing for an imaginary, almost unbelievable desire and dream, a pink syrupy illusion that can burst as easily as a thirsty man in the Sahara! For where there is Unlivability, there Evil is always rampant!