Alice Vannoy me impulsa a obsesionarme con el misterioso tema de The Eagles. Escribió un cuento basado en esta canción.
Proyectos de la Maga
- Página principal
- Abrakadabrario- Taller de creatividad consciente
- Ars amandi del siglo XXI
- COMARURU- Museo de los Excéntricos Libres
- CO-OPERAR. Teoría de la inspiración pandémica.
- D-Krostings
- Festival Onironauta
- Hechizos de magia poética
- Museo de Arte Infantil
- Nutrición consciente- Cenas a ciegas con Venus
- Rescate de patrimonio literario
- Pedagogía revolucionaria
- Kamikaze órfica
- Ludología Bcn
- El cubo poético (métodos de creatividad)
- Sociedad Secreta del Silencio
- Lilah
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In this entwining tattered road of life one must find a place to squat for the night, we sometimes rest on eyes, or shanty roof-tops, in one-night cheap hotels of saw-dust and mezcaline floors. In spring and when the world sells a water-melon smile like the coloured ballonman we by mere chance arrive to the arms or legs of the ones we love, those rainbow-coloured laberynthical souls who put us up with no extra charge. Those who care despite the spots in our face and the unfashionable taste to our rags or clothes. I have met, I sware i HAVE known a girl who I keep safe in my chest and who in many a storm sheltered my scattered bones and the pilgrim lines upon my face. she was dark and light and her beauty was not only of form..... she was like a safe-keep box inside a highway inn, where one could keep time and space and the the love for the ones I understood. I treasue this palce I found and I carry it close to the organs which keep me alive and make me believe....
Un responsable de Recursos Humanos fue seducido por los homúnculos...
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