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Moving embraces longing
Faced with the new format of the world, art asked for new forms.
About being and bleeding
About staining the places I pass with myself
Being with the 7 white candles illuminating my walk.
- Mom, you never said it would be like this.
Sometimes I get my hair caught in things.
It used to get stuck more on tree branches, on people's t-shirt buttons when I went to hug them, I caught my hair a lot in the car door and on my friends' earrings.
Now my hair catches me a lot.
Some days I forget the coffee on the stove and some days I let it cool down.
It's just that I'm going slow.
One day they said: She is the girl who likes hot beer and iced coffee.
I stained the city with pieces of myself.
I ran through the dining room, bathroom and kitchen.
- Girl, you're leaking.
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