“I see in the green area indefinitely,
whispering infinite body of whispers,
languages, languages and green eyes, reflexes and mobility,
moisture, sparks of light – how they are separate,
I do not have a separate,
I’m in an eye, everything is mirages and whispers,
light in a dark mirror errs increasingly far into the woods reflection”.
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Australian Aboriginal and ancestral spirits who created the world "Leaving bitterness behind is a journey…
Poetry and Culture of the French Pacific Islands You’re intrigued by the idea of an…
A Journey Where Wisdom Comes from Listening, Not Speaking The Indigenous Peoples of North America…
Passion and Tragedy in Shakespeare's Verona The desire to escape from the everyday and take…
Provence Trip, Inspiration for All Beauty Lovers "Sometimes you leave to forget, other times to…
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