WE ARE ALONE. WE TOUCH TO HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE, EXPECTING ONE OF THEM TO TAKE UP THE DENT OF OUR IMPERFECT AND MOST BEAUTIFUL HALF IN THERE, NEAR THE HEART, COMPLETING THE INCOMPLETE CIRCLE OF OUR HUMAN SELVES. WE HOPE… AND NOT REALIZING THE MORTALITY, WE FILL UP OUR SHORT LIVES WITH EVEN SHORTER MOMENTS, RUNNING AWAY FROM OURSELVES, FROM LOVE, TURNING IT INTO WEAKNESS .

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A GAME OF SOFT AND SOLID, OF MASCULINE AND FEMININE. CONFRONTATION AND COMPLETION IN A RACE FOR SUPREMACY THAT HAS NO END.

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