Painting by Jia Lu
They can call me a
Dyke, a whore or a sinner,
Whatever they want.
Their words are emptiness,
I’m in love, I keep dancing.
Dancing
08 Monday Jun 2015
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Hortus Closus
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Beautiful!!
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woow, wonder– and powerful, thank u 🙂
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Good for you. Be yourself Esther.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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Reblogged this on Michelduchaine.
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The dancer is not different from the dance, and your lines are a beautiful part of it, Esther…
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Great words with a beautiful dancer above it.
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Bonjour
Belle semaine à venir
Pure, claire, fraîche
Sans couleur et sans âme
Elle est très puissante
Impalpable comme le vent
Forte comme l’océan
Que l’ont garde comme un trésor
L’AMITIE
C’est sur ces mots que je vais
Te souhaiter une bonne journée
Gros bisous ,Bernard
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Protecting buffer
of emptiness, I have to
extend it, again.
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Superbe ❤
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My grandfather said :
Call me any name you like,
If from a tavern.
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Esther, try to ignore and delete permanently from your real life all those heartless, toxic, negative and frustrated characters who throw dirt or mud to you… they seek revenge for their own existence must be dirty and muddy…
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You are wonderful. Your writings are phenominal. May I have a dance?
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Just dance your way to life.
Don’t care about the words they throw to you.
Just keep on dancing.
Kind regards,
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