one day i noticed how boring
                                          we were. we are living  in a
                                          tunnel. a  tunnel  we  built
                                          one day.always looking same.
                                          how boring it was.
                                          some wanted  to  escape  the
                                          tunnel, creating  their  own
                                          small tunnels.but at the end
                                          they always  discovered  the
                                          same tunnel.
                                          are we still able to
                                          think, to express ourselves?

 i don't really know. world is composed of
 good and bad things, of  nice  and awfull
 things. who decides for you if it's black
 or white ? your opinion ? the others' ?


                                       thinking differently isn't difficult ?
                                       but what will the others think ?

                      the old man told me it's  always  easier to
                      follow the others than trying to lead them.
                      people  already   shot you.   you are dead.


   your mind is dead.  the massmedia
   are already formatting it, again.


                             the screen is your leader. you can't lead it.
                             only on/off is in your power.



                                   O F F




                  i'm too young to die.
                  try to flee.


                              i left the city, i left the community.
                              here i  am.  on  the  top  of the hill

                  i felt sleepy. and i closed my eyes
                  after a  while,  the sun   was high


   alone on my hill, i woke up and saw the sea.
   the sea, what a majestic word,
          what a  majestic world.
   starring at the horizon  line,  i  couldn't  see  the
   end of the sea. a world with no end. a world of dreams.

                                    the sun was shining on the water surface
                                    i was getting blind. suddenly  something
                                    happened. i followed the light, and..

                 here it was, here he was. in the middle of the sea.
                         i saw him.
                                    the dolpin.

          jumping out of the water,
          as if it was a game.
          this one was free. free to jump out of the water.
          jumping or not, the choice was his.
          no one could stop him.
          he had the choice.

                                                   we have the choice.
                                               

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