A man told her once: a woman caressing her hair while her eyes turn soft means she feels the need to be protected. She laughed. Those men. They think they know everything.
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About Me
the feeling of beauty is the feeling of 'muga': no-self or ecstasy
Nishida
Nishida
collaboration with Michael Tweed
the beautiful foolishness of things
on-going project uniting my photographs and text by Michael Tweed
on-going project uniting my photographs and text by Michael Tweed
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- es kommen haertere tage
- when in dreams
- Green Tea Mochi
- and the bleeding rose has bloomed out of her.
- and what is it to be the sister (3)
- Soft eyes Soft fingers
- go to sleep My Gentle One
- she hasn't come. the image died. there was nothing...
- The woman who calls herself the Gentle One and who...
- and what is it to be the sister (2)
- death of the innocent
- For Ana of the Thousand Stars, the silence she's y...
- STELĂ TRECĂTOARE - Victor Segalen
- Stèle provisoire - Victor Segalen
- This is the end beautiful friend
- No title
- Ophelia by Millais
- and what is it to be the sister (1)
- Wie soll ich me...
- No title
- I should not speak today
- Das Romantische ist also ein Perspectiv oder vielm...
- if murasaki hadn't existed
- i'd have invented her
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Porque volviste a mi/siendo tan grande el mundo/habiendo tantos hombres/porque volviste a mi?
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