It deepens a perspective that is going to lose itself in the horizon, between geometric figures floating...
The atmosphere is so light... a slight impulse comes from some place, where a feeling of welcoming greatness prevails.
Still I long for those times in which the astonishment was the ingenuous vehicle, that transported the man, and it made return the glance, nostalgic towards the Earth.
Also now, I do not get tired to observe that hypnotic, fluorescent light,
that rises from the west.
It is perhaps, the future so longed for and so feared...
Or the omen of waking up,
the conscience of a new century to come.
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