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Like an inner struggle,

Their shadows undress in front of me.

I see all the fragility,

Their life becomes like a backdrop to be photographed.

  And I see the light gliding over them, crying.

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It's so hard to be yourself

Learn to live,

To fly the shining shards of his life to Become.

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Every day, since the creation of Love Collective, I have the feeling, of good, of strength, of freedom.

To create a small space, apart, time.

A place where there would be no more rules, where the heart would be transparent.

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These Muses could walk near the void.

Here, where the neurosis is beautiful, there, where the doubt prevails.

On the line between what society expects of us and what they have always dreamed of being.

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In this place, they would not fall.

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It is the eternal  chance that brought me to each of them.

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I have the honor to present to you my modern Gang, in an organized band, as an association of benefactors.

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Cassandra