I like the second one. It's a waltz where the men are merely trees, the chairs, women, and the courtyard a ballroom ... ... ... ... and all the world is a stage ... lol.
[Language is a skin; I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers. Or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire. - Roland Barthes]
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I like the second one. It's a waltz where the men are merely trees, the chairs, women, and the courtyard a ballroom ... ... ... ... and all the world is a stage ... lol.
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