No direction is written on the walls,
not even a name carved on the asphalt.
Those who have flown elsewhere laugh:
Why do you wait for the last minute to redeem yourself?
The sun comes every day,
every light is ready,
But you turn your back and say:
"No, there is still time."
Yet the hours are marked,
The fronts are marked with sacred chrism;
why are you waiting for the last moment?
The path is all green
every blade of grass has had its life,
billions of saddles in our hearts,
that beat fast asking for the grace to be directed towards a better world.
So, what are we waiting for?
Our gift is this, to love always, to love everyone, animals and people, plants and creatures all.
We listen to the hiss of the wind and light our candles;
He is with us, he brings together the leaves and the flowers to make us strong trees,
which never bend.
When a single woman sets out what can happen? Many people say, nothing, it is the same as when a man sets out. Well this film shows that unfortunately a single woman gets scared of the men she meets. I don't want to tell you if it ends well or badly. You can find out for yourself.
A sure way had to be found by which revolutionary ideas could circulate. Guys, erotic literature became the ideal answer! The authorities called them mauvais livres, while the printers and distributors passed them off as livres philosophiques; these were books without authorization to be printed, with licentious and sometimes obscene characters, a special vehicle for progressive and liberal ideologies. On the stalls of Paris, as well as in shop windows or in the deep pockets of gentlemen, novels, pamphlets and pamphlets with erotic or pornographic content began to appear, despite the relentless persecution of the police. This number of mauvais livres was truly immense. These books were produced in great secrecy, sometimes even across the border, so as not to be hunted down by the censors; in Switzerland there was, for example, the Société Tipographique de Neuchatel, active from 1769 to 1785, and circulated the pamphlets in France challenging the customs of Paris. In this regard, there were catalogs and archives of prohibited books confiscated by the police. The most famous texts are: ‘La Pucelle d’Orléans’ by Voltaire in 1777 ‘Thérese philosophe’ by Diderot, ‘Furor uterines de Marie-Antoinette’. Within the panorama of philosophical pornography, where political and religious defamation find a place, the two terms freedom and libertinism are connected in a completely original way.
Unfortunately, from an early age, especially us women, they teach us that happiness is found only by finding another person to love, or who loves us, and this leads to a whole series of deviations from the path of well-being that sometimes become destructive for us or for others. The educational field should be enriched with this component which concerns the construction of self-esteem created by oneself and not by the contribution of others. Perhaps in this way we would avoid making many mistakes and always seeking in the other what we already have in ourselves. A long time ago, I was building inner bridges to reach out to others. To get closer to their world. I wanted at all costs to be part of it, to feel something, to be seen, to be friends with many. I envied those who had so many friends or acquaintances. Then I found out that it’s not a great thing to have friendships. In the end, you always have to reciprocate in some way. You have duties as with relatives. Then if you understand that they exploit you it is even worse. My presence has sometimes been used and that’s not a nice thing. Now I don’t build bridges to anyone anymore. I like it as it is. I believe it is better. They don’t disappoint me. I’m not looking for anything. I don’t have to reciprocate. I don’t have to feel compelled to do anything with anyone.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 