A sort of modern dance. Or poetry of gestures. Or fluidity of movements. The look of boy. The hands of woman. The water, the wall, the table. The movements and the light and the colors and the desire to discover the message. And, not the less, the form of magic. All simple. And hidded. A definition of life. Not the most comprehensible. But working in strange and precise manner. As a sort of guide. Or map. Or mirror reflecting a profound form of search.
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