without straying too far from myself, I decided to publish in this post some photos taken this summer on my skin. The precious
Pellacchia that covers me all the secrets hidden in the truth of my life.
as a filter or membrane, like the shell of a soft egg, permeates water, air, salts and toxins.
As the outline of an old snake tells the world who and what they are, I once lived and from a hypothetical remaining to live (when a word).
Where and why certain imperfections (blemishes ) is pure chance, bad luck or genetics.
Here's a special place, far from any map and any schema (or database .. at the cost of singed fingerprints), a place that everyone sees but no one knows it better myself.
A special and unique place for me. And not to
paragonatemi Punkreas please!
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