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Nemo enim fere saltat sobrius, nisi forte insanit ⁄ No one dances sober unless they are completely insane
Moving on, my leitmotif and red line are stripped
I am and I am not caught between thought and you
The mysterious whisper of the body– love
Without surrender, there is no life, the silent charity of dance
Where I already am
Print of dissolving passion/ Incarnation of the origin
In the wealth of silence there is a line
Even the bride has a black hole like every galaxy
Hot colour of life – I wait for you NYC / Abstract imprint of a wish
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