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ago5d“Only through art can we go beyond ourselves, know what another sees in this universe which is not the same as ours, and whose landscapes would have remained as unknown to us as those which may be in the moon. Thanks to art, instead of seeing a single world, ours, we see it multiplying, and, as many as there are original artists, we have as many worlds at our disposal, each more different from each other. other than those which roll into infinity and, many centuries after the hearth from which it emanated has been extinguished, whether it was called Rembrandt or Ver Meer, still send us their special ray. » Proust, Time Regained, 1922, p. 895.
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ago5d“Writing is translating, even when we are using our own language. We transport what we see and feel to a conventional code of signs, writing... and we leave the responsibility for reaching the reader's intelligence to the circumstances and accidents of communication, not so much the integrity of the experience we set out to transmit... But a shadow, at least, of what deep down in our spirit we know is untranslatable, for example... The pure emotion of an encounter, the amazement of a discovery, that fleeting moment of silence before the word that will remain in the word. memory like the trail of a dream that time will not completely erase.” (José Saramago)
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ago7dThere, in times of Dystropia, this place or imaginary state in which one lives in conditions of extreme oppression, despair or deprivation... Much better inspiration, it pulses here much more vigorously and is animated vivaciously, thanks to its Erotic Art! In this ideal space, of complete happiness and harmony, my furtive Utopia drinks this sublime food served on her lips... Long live Utopia in banquet!
