The author takes the reality straight, without any caution, in a personal manner, very wide, reestablishing the truth over controverted ideas, warping them in mystery or simply questioning them every time. Sometimes, with subtle humor, very close to sarcasm, the author mocks the fear of the humans towards death, the dramatic clashes with life, drawing in the pen, a visionary landscape of all the troubles of this world : I was rolling with laughter/ in this wide kaleidoscope of life / over thousands crocks of a mirror / I kept feeling the confusion of the world/ you were no longer alone/ we were a thousand faces / lined in symmetry/for the same queue/ across the land /hanging to the sky/ where we were waiting in Shriver/ for our daily ration of illusions / . The author rejects the nihilism as a way for the rebellion or life questioning, without giving up of it totally : you look as in an allegory /over the edge of the cup/ smoking your cigar/ the news talk about disasters/ about the smoking in closed spaces/ a fool has thrown with stones in the water / what the hell are we going to do / we quit smoking/ we kill the dogs/the shepherds/ damn you/ your laws/ your guardians/all swallowed/ how to quit smoking /with these salaries/ with these pensions/ we are not talking about ourselves/ here it smells like Bruxelles ), setting in opposition and insidious knowledge, that colloquial determinism, marked by the common conscience, telling us that the human actions is causally determined by the chain of the past events : no one really knows exactly where we are going / the night that ends the life/ cold and dark/ no one really knows /if we will reach somewhere/ yet /or we shall remain in the shadow. Bouncing between the past and the present, Aurel Cornu, is provoking us to think as a philosopher, even if he denies it, he is charming us to read for the sake of the reading or just to keep a clear mind.
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