Trump... when he speaks, the markets tremble, and when he glances, gold turns red and oil becomes erratic, and when he disappears from the screens, the world breathes a sigh of relief; even the trees and stones fear his glance!
He is the man who embodies contradictions: brutally honest without filters, and an inconsistency that never closes its door. He tweets in the middle of the night, causing a stock to fall in farthest Asia, and wakes up in a bad mood, igniting a trade war on the other side of the world.
One journalist said about him: "If the weather is cloudy, Trump might tweet something that makes the sky rain fire."
Another described him: "He is the storm that doesn't need winds; it’s enough for him to speak."
Everything around him lives in anxiety:
The economy gets dizzy,
Politics loses its balance,
And even his aides read his tweets like we read horoscopes: no one knows what he will say!
He is not just a man... but a global phenomenon that transcends borders, distinguishing neither ally from enemy, nor market from wood.
"When Trump breathes... truth suffocates."
