harbin

Eighties are back, we can hear the great songs of those days on every radio. Though Michael left the stage, his seeds are still growing, bringing the world a message of hope and an attempt to reach better lives for each and every man on earth.  Eighties were the days of the wonderful Spielberg's movies, the burger times, video games and the premises of the electronic area, when a Tron command was then, only an exciting title.
Eighties where also dream days, because nightmares were just camping at the doors with their arsenals pointing their stings all over Europe, boots resounding behind the iron curtain, hard hearts hiding behind the Berliner Wall. Afghanistan, Falklands, Lebanon, South America... hot spots were numerous with their fistfull of powder clouds and plastic bags. Certainly, the possibilty of an ending for the Human Kind gave us enough humilty and the  will to accomplish more than can be hoped. Going beyond and transcending the difficulties without worrying about what is expected or can be projected within the cells of economics charts.
Eighties will forever be the golden age for the american civilisation bringing the world a new order of peace and tolerance. Eighties were the sixties heirs. Eighties were an era of renewals.
For they've never been forgotten, they're back. Back the spirit of liberty, back the will of fraternity, for Selma's children, Iowa's little boys and little girls, back the spirit that has made the greatness of the nation. It is not simply a  nun's wish, whispered in the darkness of an antic  abbey, no, it's not. It's the powerful and irrepressible wave of people's deep will,  coming from the abyss of the ocean over the land.   A storm is rising,  a  firm  promise is accomplishing.  Not  in passion, not in  german sheperds barkings.  But with the  silent  and  calm  determination of the deepest ocean. 
There  first was 68, then 88 and now 08. Eight days sounds like apollo 8 's revolution around the world,  opening the infinite way to  the New World.