Mad World
He turns, turns endlessly, and yet wrong. It is strange, in the end the world as my friend rightly said Aragon ... A storm, a cyclone takes us all the time in a mad dash at an unimaginable speed, and it must stop, a little, to contemplate this madness. But then, what beauty! What unstoppable beauty we hugged! The world is crazy as we are madly in love with their eyes closed, heart pounding, ready to useless and absurd nonsense, but sublime.
The world is crazy because we are, crazy as tortured anxiety Céline or romantic as Chateaubriand, crazy paint, powerfully imaginative as Picasso or Dali, crazy fantasy and humor like Buster Keaton, mad with ambition and excess as the cathedral builders, visionaries like crazy passions of Leonard or Jules Verne, mad science like Einstein and Pasteur ...
Those Magnificent Men in their Flying machines have opened the way for all daring to attack the summits of unexplored land, planets lointaines.J love to contemplate the wild beauty of the world to forget the atrocities . I do not know pas.Je denies war and its murderous folly.
But I also know that the world is progressing in the right direction when illuminated by the gentle craziness of unrepentant dreamers. At the root of every great thing in this world, there is always a dream. A wild dream.
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