Like an explosion of myths in an exhibition of feelings tied to the sins of man.
It studies the loss of death itself, whose sons it took under the ground, similar to a ship of illusions that reflect the eyes of the sky.
My heart stumbles with the truth of light and the strong implosions of my solitude.
And Silence spoke before me.
30 jul 2010
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