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LES JARDINS DE MARS
"I WRITE POSTCARDS. EVERYTHING IS BURNING ALL AROUND AND CURIOUSLY, IN THESE GARDENS WHERE THE TREES ARE MADE OF STONE, THE STORM HAS BEEN GOING ON FOREVER AND THERE IS NO NOISE. I'M LYING ON THIS THICK BURNING BLANKET. EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL. MEN AND WOMEN WALK IN THE GARDENS OF MARS."
"THERE IS WHAT WE SEE AND WHAT WE DON'T SEE IN AN OBJECT. WHAT IT EVOKES, WHAT IT REMINDS US OF. THE SECRETS OF A STORY THAT SWAY IN EACH OF US. TRAVELLING FOR A FEW TINY SECONDS WOULD BE PERFECT. IMAGES THAT COME AND GO. A FURTIVE AND TASTY WHOLE, ALMOST FRUSTRATING. WE WOULD LIKE MORE OF THEM, MEMORIES, THOUGHTS AND OLD WORDS WRITTEN BY PEOPLE FROM THE PAST. AS LONG AS IT REMAINS UNIQUE."
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