… There is a time when the city is not the townspeople - a brief hour in which it becomes useless, calm and serene as a sleeping face.
She finds herself alone and finally found herself. If she could see herself in a mirror, not how beautiful she is. Constantly different, every moment more poignant in its simplicity, more astonishing in complexity. Forgotten movements hurry now sleeps in his breathing slow minute discontinued. Everything in it is released, returns to its absolute reality an abstract dimension where magic colors venturing into infinite shapes and volumes, a space where diverse mix all the colors of the rainbow rainbow, all the geometries of the universe and all the lights of life. A picturesque escape in a space of lines and curves that are multiplying and diversifying constantly. One slow movement along the city draws on her coat every day, a few gestures more rapid and jerky, it was slipped under his cloak human who forgets to see who forgets… Presented in an American cabinet. Made Image unfiltered, without being cropped, or changed color. Image is taken with film in limited series signed.
Headdress of a Maize
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