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What if for once apostéssim by silence this summer? That is, silence stimuli. We are not going to the theater, not music heard, not read, visit exhibitions or monuments, do not buy newspapers are not going to lectures. Silence. We wish to cancel the trip to see the Venice Biennale, gave Greek entries thereof Millennium third issue until September. Unplug the television. Need a place to spend the holidays without cultural life. A haven where we do not have internet access. It would be nice to have some tough physical work to mitigate the temptation to cultivate ourselves culturally. Better than an orchard garden. The garden can evoke aesthetic remains versallescos us. We work from sunrise to sunset and when the evening following the fresh employment without further hear the silence. Maybe watch the stars fall by St. Lawrence, provided they do not know the constellations, because the memory of Roman mythology leads us stories and legends. Anodyne choose a house with no history. Let us not fall into the trap of spending the summer in an interesting house, a house with an architecture rich in nuances. Move away from the temptation of aesthetic enjoyment of the site designed. Avoid listening to the bells of the church tower, we could commemorate the religious narrative, the paintings of Madonnas or Romanesque altarpieces. If we can avoid listening to the birds singing in the afternoon, the murmur of the sea, the sound of wind among the poplars, we may recall a movie and we have already fallen into the trap of cultural memory. While Cavemen land, ignore the shape of the plow, we would not refer to culture objectual popular wisdom that has been painted over the centuries. Move quickly see any momentum in poetic flowers watered by the dew. If we are together, setting a dangerous but sometimes unavoidable cultural, not keep interesting conversations, not discussed, not look at the present together. If our partner, try to empty rhetoric of our feelings for each other. If we allitem together, sex does not increase the transcendental and poetic metaphors, do not fall into the memory of that bed scene of cinema that was checked. Perhaps all this will come in a new thought, an interesting proposal, a project for the winter or maybe nothing, just silence, which is a lot.
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