Es el sentido del tacto. Nos chocamos por la necesidad de sentir al otro. De no creernos solos en el mundo, de llenar los espacios vacios que dejan las almas cuando caminan dormidas sobre la tierra.
The top photo is the best because of the contrast between the heavy eye makeup and the crimson petals; it looks like a combination B&W/color shot.
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I regret to say that like most Americans I am weak in the area of foreign languages. I can read French with the help of a dictionary and keep telling myself I should learn Spanish but never get around to it. I am hunting for an idea for a new screenplay but I have yet to come up with anything. When I am not writing I am somewhat miserable. I don't feel like a writer. I feel as if I have never written anything at all. It's as if writing is an ocean liner and whenever I finish a project I am thrown overboard. You are a student?
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