Nadine Trintignant. “Le voleur de crimes”. 1969
“… Have you seen the horror that befalls them by the hour?
As you console your heart, rеach down and pick the flowers
That grow amidst the ashеs that surround us, exiled, forlorn
Look on ahead that some salvation may be born
From the ashes of our age
From the ashes of our age
From the ashes of our age
From the ashes of our age”
El mundo es redomadamente necio y perverso, una depravación de lo esperable de la condición humana que se manifiesta a gran escala y en la discreción de la individualidad ordinaria.
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