The eternal face-to-face between what falls from heaven and what, come from the earth, goes up to him.
– Earth is nothing more than a vast cemetery. Did you know...
Pinocchio's voice had gone out. Instead
of going up to obey the laws of expression so that the projected
interrogation is manifested, it had vanished as suspended in three
stages ...
– Thinking is no different than doing ... what do you think?
Playing
is also an action, the most serious, because playing involves a certain
form of consciousness that requires going out of the game. All the
games reactivate the thrill of the living struggling against death.
– Do not you think we need a leader? Someone who guides us as our master once did.
– Are you missing so much? Or is it a more general necessity that makes you say that?
– In my humble opinion, a leader we need ... and you have dismissed the best of us.
– He has spread himself and by himself, but who do you think of when you pronounce this?
– I think of all of us of the noble and respectable caste of Psittacidae ...
– Why talk about caste?
– Perhaps, more humbly, should I talk about family ...
– When the mediocre takes the costume of humility and parade among the
modest, all proud to caress the ultra thin leather of their aprons
embroidered with gold thread that joins the varnish of their shoes in
which are lost eyes dazzled by the luster of the ancients, so it's time to shut up.
