When you



When you look at the beautiful
things of the world, what do you
see? How do they speak? What
language is whispered in your
ear? How do you know the loveliness
of the turquoise wave, of the pebbled
shore, of a marble in a vacant park
relaxing her robust nakedness against
the manicured green?

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