sábado, 15 de enero de 2022

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In the gloomy hour when the clouds rush over the scattered line of the horizon, and the birds risk circling as if the time was not a threat that spreads over everything that exists... in that precise hour, magical, indeterminate, I invite you to abandon yourself to the ferocious fatigue that comes from having been a happy puppet. I invite you to rest from being yourself, surrender, and tenderly embrace the overwhelming lightness of not being

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