The sea that looks to the eye is still visible, although a bit 'fragmented.
Yet the horizon usually always open sunrise and sunset .. wonderful scenery of the eye is nourished ecstatic. Until a hedge can still be elusive to inspire curiosity to see the infinite all still have the color of the poem. But a gray house, too many plans, which stands almost disproportionately to scratch the sky is no longer poetry or prose ... but only cement that fills in a vertical space, fitting in a disharmonious environment.
Of course, the eye will even get used to the fact that the possibility and maybe a little farther on other buildings will be constructed .. and will occupy the view. Occupy the whole. It will not be guaranteed to see in his own country to console us why we should get used to a much more tremendous trouble: the condition of others that vulgar beauty of the barren landscape. Then there will be only a cosmetic issue, but also moral.
Any reference to events and things / case is not so random ..
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