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Max Ernst  Le silence à travers les âges, 1968

As our planet weeps, mornings laden with mourning. and we feel our hearts struggle, adverse  condtions releasing overflowing tears, as we bathe in seas of melancholy, it's important to let each  emotion flow, let  our cries ring out, through the storms we can rise again, even the darkness that resides can be filled with light, that will never hide our love, our kindness, our beautiful depth, to allow us to find  silver linings, enable us to cling on to fragile bubbles of hope, carrying us  through maddening days, allowing  peace and calms echo, life filled with more palpable reason, forces of tenacious and diligent effort that overcome depths of despair.