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Group
Exhibition
Inner
Manners
There
is a
sound,
something
whistles
in
my
head,
a
line
of
light
passes
on
my
feet
to
my
head,
it's
not
far
if I
move
up a
bit.
With
all
those
luminous
rays,
there
are
things
that
are
unseen.
They
just
don't
know
that
I
saved
all
these
images
on a
64
GB
King
Ram,
during
this
time,
and
I
will
put
them
at
their
disposal.
They
don't
know
how
I'm
more
real
than
these
images.
It
would
be
nine
months
that
I'm
tumbling
among
this
tender
and
warm
mass,
among
these
sticky
layers,
among
the
safety
of
this
precious
liquid.
But
it's
not
my
turn
yet.
I'm
afraid
of
my
hands
and
feet
being
stuck
to
the
cords
around,
during
this
period,
the
remaining,...
Of
missing
my
placenta.
I
know
I
can't
explain
why
I
remember
everything,
voices,
lights
and
the
path.
It
doesn't
matter
whether
I
remember
the
path
as
an
ice
cream
or a
shoe...
I
always
know
it
was
somewhere
else,
in a
life
between
two
worlds.
I
remember
it
more
clear
than
the
stored
digital
images,
I
can
tell
you...
Do
you
want
me
to
start? |
