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For a long time I would like to talk to you about a fabulous French artist, Agatha Ukeo, my friend, from my age group but as young as my grandchildren, because her creative mind is airy, colorful, and untimely. She invents characters that seem naïf but

I went to Sintra to look for you I found blue green white red brown yellow flowers very beautiful exotic and endemic plants vegetating on the slopes of alive stone at the Serra of Sintra with you in mind I recognized perfumes shadows light

Speaking to me addiction while I write to me in comma's solitude hindrances of thought in dots' silence paragraphs of everything weaved in the game of words that we lose cause we repeat things that pressure the blood too much more than veins