These are my friends and u are welcomed into this space. This space has several chantings, internal ones, made to make u loose time to understand all of this. They compose a web of mystery between visuality and chanting. These are my friends and they require your understanding. This is one of the chantings. Whisper it carefully: “Led light drops braiding my hair the tips of the fingers painted with colors mixed and unmatched delay on the bell chimes sound – echoing through every material in the room it’s vibration becomes each molecule of my body until i recognize something within “me” – it is solid and eroded as a rock a beach of desires sand of unfinished businesses” +info http://ruadasgaivotas6.pt/anita-escorre-branco-exposicao/
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