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Gorgeous Portraits of Ballet Dancers Gracefully Moving through the Streets of Mexico City - My Modern Met

Gorgeous Portraits of Ballet Dancers Gracefully Moving through the Streets of Mexico City - My Modern Met

Do you see my lights, my shadows? Notice how the world looks through me. Between whispered words on your skin. Open your eyes and see how I change your world through me, how I hidden the darkness and the hope and  I make it appear. Stay by my side, in my hands, I will remove your fears like when a sunrise goes out. And I will give you new hope where you have never seen them.

Do you see my lights, my shadows? Notice how the world looks through me. Between whispered words on your skin. Open your eyes and see how I change your world through me, how I hidden the darkness and the hope and I make it appear. Stay by my side, in my hands, I will remove your fears like when a sunrise goes out. And I will give you new hope where you have never seen them.

Si no los mejores, al menos sus más famosos roles.

Si no los mejores, al menos sus más famosos roles.

Some of us are made of glass, others are made of meat or metal. We all live in the same world. Some under clouds of air, others under water and salt. Some live underground or cement, others under a mantle of calm and peace. We all share the same air, the same sea. That is why we must take care of our house, for not to leave a day to call it, home.

Some of us are made of glass, others are made of meat or metal. We all live in the same world. Some under clouds of air, others under water and salt. Some live underground or cement, others under a mantle of calm and peace. We all share the same air, the same sea. That is why we must take care of our house, for not to leave a day to call it, home.

Lecture d'un message - mail Orange

Lecture d'un message - mail Orange

When you watch me what do you see? Do you see my life, my story, everything I once was? When do you feel me what do you feel? Do you notice my tears, my laughter, everything that my friction causes? And when I'm not? Do you feel the emptiness between my fingers and your body?

When you watch me what do you see? Do you see my life, my story, everything I once was? When do you feel me what do you feel? Do you notice my tears, my laughter, everything that my friction causes? And when I'm not? Do you feel the emptiness between my fingers and your body?

Sometimes we look for perfection, the perfect picture, the perfect subject. And that does not exist in our world, but it may be exist in our dreams. So when you look at something or someone remembers that it is not perfect. But we also have to think that every imperfection makes us special and unique, although sometimes we can not see it.

Sometimes we look for perfection, the perfect picture, the perfect subject. And that does not exist in our world, but it may be exist in our dreams. So when you look at something or someone remembers that it is not perfect. But we also have to think that every imperfection makes us special and unique, although sometimes we can not see it.

Your light sneaks through my eyes, sometimes staying, sometimes filling my interior with its heat like an old stove. And sometimes I close my eyes because your light hurts me, and I do not know how to stop it. And other times it's all I see and the only thing I feel before turning off the light and feeling, how dark my body is without you.

Your light sneaks through my eyes, sometimes staying, sometimes filling my interior with its heat like an old stove. And sometimes I close my eyes because your light hurts me, and I do not know how to stop it. And other times it's all I see and the only thing I feel before turning off the light and feeling, how dark my body is without you.

I am the entrance to your dreams. Through me it happens everything you crave, your desires. Through me everything can come true, I can even make you forget the tears that you have not come to still yet. When you cross my threshold everything will end, and I will erase from your soul all your pain, all wrong.

I am the entrance to your dreams. Through me it happens everything you crave, your desires. Through me everything can come true, I can even make you forget the tears that you have not come to still yet. When you cross my threshold everything will end, and I will erase from your soul all your pain, all wrong.

So many things that I lack to learn, so many sites so many places to see. There is no time for anything and sometimes it escapes so fast. Like a sigh in a glance, like a cry in the void. I would to live a thousand more lives to be able to contemplate what is common to you, and what for me is as rare as finding, silence in a forgotten storm.

So many things that I lack to learn, so many sites so many places to see. There is no time for anything and sometimes it escapes so fast. Like a sigh in a glance, like a cry in the void. I would to live a thousand more lives to be able to contemplate what is common to you, and what for me is as rare as finding, silence in a forgotten storm.