Kaëm, what is this thing in the sky? Is that a plane?
A plane, I don't think, looks at these reactors, it's the distinctive mark of motor birds.
An animal species introduced by man and that transports humans across the globe.
And behind, what you see, it's not satellites, it's artificial stars that we put into orbit.
They'll go out one day, the night will be dark again.
It is because of the pollution that we cannot see all of them.
It's not pollution, people don't know it's a blanket so Paris doesn't get cold.
Time is older, it's not rain, it's the tears of angels, they cry when it rains.
And he over there talking alone, he's crazy?
He's not a fool, he's a poet, and they're rare these days.
those who recite the world with their language.
See, these homeless people have a house in their luggage.
And what's that thing on your wrist, a watch?
So that's not a watch, you know, it's a dial that I use to go back in time.
I go through times and sometimes I stop to say hello to my dad who's gone.
Is he dead your dad?
No, nobody dies, my love, people just fall asleep forever.
In the memory of the gods, everyone remains alive.
But Kaëm, why are you in a wheelchair?
My child, it's not a chair, it's a shell, with it I can even go into space.
If you're wise, you promise, you'll make a fortune when I bring you your first moonstone.
Then why is there war?
Oh, no, you're wrong, don't confuse war with fireworks.
An earthquake can destroy for no reason.
For our beautiful planet, it's just a thrill.
And that white smoke is a factory?
It's not a factory, it's not a assembly line.
It's the machine used to make clouds.
That well in the middle of the desert, it's not a drill.
It's a sting for the Earth that's sick.
And these big pipes don't leak any oil.
It's the blood of the planet, loaded with antibodies, you know.
The Eiffel Tower is not a metal tower.
It's a staircase to get closer to the stars.
And they're sitting here, are they in court?
No, it's a play, no judge in the room.
Tonight, the defendant will sleep in his bed.
And those people lined up? They work to live?
No one is forced to do it, it's a choreography.
A dance that we repeat to beautify life.
Don't believe everything they say, listen to your heart.
See only what you want to see, look elsewhere at my ANG.
Kaëm, you didn't lie to me, did you?