[full size]Golden Age Dream, The Framecles, by Nicola Coco

There are gentle blue waves, islands and cliffs, a flowering coastline, a magic panorama in the distance and a beckoning setting sun. You can’t put it into words. Here, preserved in his memory, is the cradle of European man. Here were the first mythological scenes, his paradise on earth… Here there lived beautiful people. They got up and went to sleep, happy and innocent. The groves were full of their happy songs. A great surplus of untapped energy went into love and naive joy.
The sun bathed these islands and sea with its rays, rejoicing at its beautiful children. A wonderful dream! An elevated aberration! The most improbable of all the dreams there have been, and for which the whole of humanity has been devoting all its energies the whole of its life, for which it has sacrificed everything, for which people have been crucified and prophets killed, and without which nations do not want to live and even cannot die. It was as though I lived through all these sensations in that dream. I do not know what it was precisely I did dream, but the cliffs and the sea and the slanting rays of the setting sun – all this I still seemed to see when I woke up and opened my eyes, which for the first time in my life were literally bathed in tears. A feeling of happiness, as yet unknown to me, went through my heart, to the point where it even caused pain.

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