Potere alle Formiche

“Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.”

Thomas Stearns Eliot, The Waste Land

“Fourmillante cité, cité pleine de rêves,
Où le spectre en [...]