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“...I had no portrait, now, but... my eyes, like the Sherry in the Glass, that the Guest leaves...” Emily Dickinson. Words tell wrong about us... but I feel TO BE..ANIMALIST,FEMMINIST,VEGETARIAN, CINEPHILE...TO LOVE..the autumn, fairy-tales, elfs, sprite, gnome, witches, black cats, stars, gothic things, esoterism, unlimited spaces, candles, panicles, the racoons, the grand-mothers, Surrealism, Magritte, Impressionism, Degas's dancer, Poètes maudits, Decadentism, Baudelaire, the Beat generation, the old books, the scent of castles, of sea, of old things, the sound of the wind, the music, the seven in the evening, spritz, my broken bicycle, poesy, the small-old cinema, theatre, dance, all expression of body, the Women's world, Luce Irigaray, Audrey hepburn, Novelle Vogue, Godard, Truffaut, the open minds, the respect, nonconformism, freedom, indipendence, utopia, who gives a damn, who dreams, South Park, storm clouds, nightfall, when snow, when fall the leaves, hot showers, the nightmare before Christmas, my earliest memory, the details, the whispers...I LIKE to write, write, write, read, dream, to day-dream, to whistle, to run fast, to photograph, to laugh, the Marx Brothers, go to cinema by oneself, stay with my friends, to listen, to observe the person, the animals, the world....my self..?