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This is my image of the city, walking in the gardens of another time which does not belong to me, that soften my fears, my anguish. They are the heritage of continuous flux that often takes me away, to wander in worlds that are the little big treasure someone else and of all. The worlds of ideas and forms handed down as scenarios of a human comedy that satisfies only the aesthetic sense. Obfuscated worlds, where people, so transparent, almost invisible, is looking with difficulties, what already possesses.

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