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Like sparkling bubbles of Champagne
Should I sit in full transe longing for love feeling bees inside and heav counsciousnwss my bods bubblegum smile tryna keep the serious face of circumstances . Love like this not like that, how’s important when there is it, i know where it’s not , and my heart goes thing why me and never me…
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The Art of Tatoo
Nᴏᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴏ ɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴀᴛᴏᴏɪɴɢ. Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ʙᴜᴛ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴀʀᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ғɪɴᴅ sᴏʟɪᴅ, ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏsᴛɪᴄᴀʟ. Iɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ɪ ɪɴʜᴇʀɪᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ, ᴏʟᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴɴᴀʟ. Iᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀssɪᴅᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀs. Aɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ…
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Recognition
What do we recognize when we are handed a mirror _the Monk will askNous ou le regard de l’autre?His thought his own soul.The look of the look.The movement that attracts us and the eternal questions The simplicity of a gesture that reveals what is the Being You have to want to see itL’infinité à l’intérieur…
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The Taurus of God
Detangling the knots of doubt, and starting this New Year in elevated spirits Settling our minds in our hearts, ready to be pure again through Love and loyalty We have been humbled to justify and be standing in our own spirituality, with it and the blessings poured on us.
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The MOON
The photograph represent what may look like the Moon , blue at the places of strong concentration of titane. Only if our brains and eyes were sensitive enough to see the colors…
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Another day
Every day is a blessing that some may take for grantedAnd it is even more when it is sharedI never measured the importance of it even in the need.Today my heart was filled with different emotions, situations that i mess by myselfHopefully I have the occasion to make it right.O see so much beauty, places…
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5G people
Oil pastels on kraft paper. Ultra lightUltra speedUltra loveThunderly tenderThank you for being in my life_still
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Harmony
Working together for a common goal, inspire and teach each other Verify our intuition inside concret facts and creatively discover another reality, another aspect of the same vision I’ve been working alone for a long time, gave up several time, fell into what I called the « Zat scheme » vortex. And now i’m truly happy to…
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The crucified seed
My plant grow strangelyspreading it leaves like tortured armsstretching for some lightdangerously weavingout of the potslightly unrootingbut nevertheless alivefresh pulpy watery leavesin the center I imagine the seed crucified spreading life in circleswhat if what I seeis not pain but a dancewith these invisible particulesin the airwhat if I want to see what I cannot…
THE CITY 