I want to live in humble town, very well located on a hillside of a mountain overlooking the sea. Where a community of imperturbable tranquility dwells in small and flimsy, cream-color houses with multicolored-tiles roofs. There must be a traditional white church with its never missing park and green benches located under the shade of gigantic, ever-blooming, flamboyant trees in the center of town. The perfect place where the modest residents of the tiny houses gather on Sundays after mass to comment about the magnificence of my Mercedez Benz and about the benefits that the shadow of my skyscraper has brought to the park's lawn.

Augusto Bordelois