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FIRST CARNIVAL

As usual the white apron well ironed and the socks pulled till my nees.

My expression pretty new in the mirror; today I ll be the wolf  and who knows about the others.
Maybe the first carnival I ve got memories of, everyone wearing  his own mask.

everything around stared to turn.

There was a man tall as a building, a building tall as a mountain, a town that was like many  towns sticking together and houses remains.

The future decomposed falling from the sky and us

upon rubbles in a ring-a-ring-a-roses .

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WORK IN PROGRESS FOR A UNIVERSAL LANDSCAPE IS A COLLAGE OF EUROPEANS SUBURBS A VIEW OF  THEIR SIMILAR HISTORY AND  OF THEYR SIMILAR SHAPE.

CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE ANIMATION

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