A gorilla, as on old warrior, was heavily sleeping with cheerless nightmares, keeping his hands clenched, curled over, farmer's fists unable to open by too much callosities, cracks and rust. Hmm… A gorilla rather as a just, in peace, a peace sweet as a New York cheesecake, letting his soul wandering in rivers of dreams with no preoccupation for a body buried under strains. Every one has an idea about the things we don't know. We guess. We imagine. Beauty and futility of the mankind. And what about them? These vulnerable beasts?
The night is black, but for the apes around the world, the days are dark. We don't eat them, we don't hunt them, we don't like their furs. They just bother men. The orangutans live on promised plantation of palm trees, while chimps lean back on logs so nicely cut and assembled in furniture. The gorillas? They catch our diseases and sleep on our possible terraced fields. Apes are really inconsiderate.
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