We come from the Greek and the Romans. They come from other folks.
i think in scattered titles, it's not my fault
Thank God for laptops. Seriously.
Do yo realize?
Do you feel your shoulders the way I do? Hyper-consciously.
Seriously.
I'm trying to learn how to make fun of myself
And how to get beyond tragedy.
What a day,
Spending it with a person, a woman, my "ex" as we'd say, an extraordinary friend I have to say. In between, ourselves... organically - yet never without that struggle- growing towards something. We can't quite define yet we understand. And we under-stand, and somehow support, the weight of each moment where truth is almost to good to be true...
It has been a while.
Maybe not.
Embodying Zarathustra, three times. only.
Happy birthday, she said.
As I turned the corner of that small street I had never crossed before. In Cuba.
Travelling.
Moon Uranus.
Arche-
types.
Memory.
And projections.
As I try to navigate.
The verbal dance of a Polypassionate. Being & Becoming... Expressing Impressions... Manifesting... worlds of imagination.
About this clown
- Ève
- I often feel that we're all spinning slowly... like a mirror ball. Yes, we are all mirrors to each other. And so, it is the Light between us that I hope to help reveal and celebrate. /// J'ai souvent l'impression que nous sommes une boule disco qui tourne lentement. Nous sommes tous des miroirs pour les uns les autres. C'est donc la lumière qu'il y a entre nous que j'espère contribuer à souligner et à célébrer.
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