Artificial Intelligence Will our eyes soon see what themselves see? Will our brains still think what they think? Will we still be who we are? Germain Droogenbroodt III
WITH A CHILD’S EYES I want to see the world with a child’s eyes, almond-shaped, clear, limpid, and innocent: a meadow where people and flowers grow, where
Painting by Frans Minnaert, collection Ithaca Foundation I Can’t Love You I feel your beautiful heart, And I can sense all the romantic stars of the night,
Painting by Biagio Fortini, Italy I talk ceaselessly I talk ceaselessly about the subtle difference between women and trees, about the magic of the earth, about a country
Drawing by Christoph Janacs Sirens 2 The song of sirens, awakening me from a dream on Saturday afternoon. The howl of low-flying aircraft, while mother runs pushing the
Mr. Prime Minister When Will the Nightmare End? Mr. Prime Minister, when will The Gaza nightmare end? What absolute misery – I loathe destroying people ’s homes, I