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| Fascinated by the “weight” of the flesh and its imperfections, by the soul.
A work about my obsessions, in the rapture that precedes madness: to allow my breathing. | |
| They hide gestures, obsessions, passions
In the glance of dreamers.. they live Intimate caresses.. When faces fade away The night justifies the events Light condemns They are the flesh’s secret.. During the day you see just a body don’t tell but feel..inside Harmonious within their imperfections Beyond words and beliefs.. Souls |



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