Four dreams in a space time of twentyfive years

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Four dreams in a space time of twentyfive years

A blind old man sitting on a balcony stares at the empty layer of cement five floors down. He looks with the limpid eyes of a child in a clear summer night.

An old man madly laughs while rides a red plastic tricycle around a shaft dug in the ground. He is like a bullet, he never stares at his trajectory, his heart is made of lead, he has no respect for what is in front of him. He will never stop riding. He will ride for many days, he will ride for many nights.

An old man walks bare foot in the kitchen of her well-mannered host. He wears a pale blue dressing gown. He is another hostage of the time, he will be only released at the end of this present night.

A little boy enters a castle. Sixteen metres above his head is the ceiling made of sugar. Walls are golden arches, glass divides the red velvet room from the obscure forest. A little girl named Love will guide him through the night, through the long deep night.