The cities in which we live in are schools of death, because they are dishuman. Each one of them has become a den of noise and of stench, for each of one has became a chaos of buildings, in which we ammass ourselves in millions, losing our life’s reasons. Unfortunates without escape, we feel to have put ourselves, willing or not, in the labyrinth of the absurd, from which we will leave only when we will die, for our destiny is to continue to multiply ourselves, only to die in great numbers. At every turn of the wheel, the cities in which we live in advance slowly one against the other, desiring only to confuse with each other: it’s a run towards the absolute chaos, in the noise and in the stench. At every turn of the wheel the price of the grounds go up, and in the labyrinth which devours the free space the revenue of the investiments builds up, day after day, hundreds of walls. It’s necessary that money give revenues and that the cities in which we live in advance, so it’s right that the houses double their height at every generation, even if the water is missing half of the days. The builders only desire to escape the destiny that they prepare for us, moving towards the countryside.
- Albert Caraco
I spent the first ten years of my life in Germany, the following ten in Paris, the following ten between Argentine and Uruguay.
- Albert Caraco
I don't hide my profession of pessimism and I'm an avowed partisan of reaction.
- Albert Caraco
I don't hide my profession of pessimism and I'm an avowed partisan of reaction.
- Albert Caraco
Most of us live betwixt quiet despair and furious nihilism.
- Albert Caraco
The educated reader knows, as he reads me, that he is listening to a fugue in four voices.
- Albert Caraco
The educated reader knows, as he reads me, that he is listening to a fugue in four voices.
- Albert Caraco
La solitudine è una scuola di morte e l'uomo comune non la frequenterà mai.
- Albert Caraco
I nostri destini sonnecchiano negli occhi delle vergini più innocenti, nell'ombra delle giovani più incantevoli la schiavitù avanza in armi, l'illusione rinasce a ogni generazione e gli amplessi la perpetuano, da secoli e millenni il solo rimedio è la continenza.
- Albert Caraco
Our moral ideas are not transcendent, our moral ideas are historical and History obeys to changing Aions, we feel that ours is fading and no authority can enforce confidence rooted in what no power includes : in Sensibility itself. To every Aion a new Sensibility adheres and to each Sensibility another Aion is related, sin is nowhere, we only see abuse and worst among abuses, the delusion of sin as such.
- Albert Caraco