
The ticking of the clock
At the eleventh hour, humans face their disastrous concequences of their own vanity. We watch the cemetery sky, carmine red and deep, and we beg for a minute more. My STOP is about the global warming and how we, humanity,…
At the eleventh hour, humans face their disastrous concequences of their own vanity. We watch the cemetery sky, carmine red and deep, and we beg for a minute more. My STOP is about the global warming and how we, humanity,…