Letter to Mr. Dorian!
Dear Mr. Dorian
I am surprised each time i saw your book. Very. Even being the third time that i read you.
Apparently you still cause amazement and controversy.
Spanned the centuries.
We're here more hedonistic than ever and our picture remains well
hid. Painted with dark colors.
Our decay reached a limit and even you could not even guess. And at
the end, your picture was not so ugly.
Your cross over the century and make me suffer. Because i have to reveal my life's style. Reading you!
Even you being dead you inspire me Mr.
I opened the pages of your book again and something was lost.
Your ingenuous Picture!
You are so beautiful Mr. Dorian, with your sweet out fashion sins. Hanging on ours halls.
Don't punish yourself with griefs or guilts. We live now in a decadent way, in fact it is modern.
Your vanity, hedonism was a glance, a vision of our future. And the Victorian society that you fought so bravely oh! You help us so much! We are between You and the nothing that we create.
We walk a little but just because we are obliged. At heart, we are the same man and woman from the past.
The laws, full of morality and restrictions on our behavior, keep us on line. Rules over us and dictate the limits of our freedoms. We are good by force not by humanity.
as I say, we are like cattle, all going in the same direction. It is still forbidden to think much. But a little you can.
We can not more smoke Mr. Dorian.Is not politically correct. But we can be well succeed and grim all under ours ambitions. And the culture of narcissism is in vogue too.
Now, all women are equals. You have to do a big search to find something natural on their body.Strange no? But is true.
And You thought that your age was so conservative and pride!
How you are so naif Mr. Dorian. But thanks, you open the Gate! Some of us still have a brain but no one like you.
That on my humble opinion.
Well i am going on my way now. Better not explain to much because on this time, we can not express themselves freely. Although they say the opposite. But it is better not to risk.
No, no Mr. Dorian, not the government now the big corporation Mr. But is too much to you see.
Longing from you Mr. Oscar.
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