My right eye is weak,
It sees double masses,
That are unique.
I've had to be more careful,
With the lights of the technology,
Now the right eye is dreadful,
Goodbye typography.
I forgot how beautiful and free it is to dance. I feel that it is the form where I am the most free. When life is hard and takes you in with...
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