To all the lovers you made love each other,

To all the love stories that you have frozen,

To all the liberated women you have represented.

      These women  who wear too much makeup, who like to drink but not to dress too much.  

  The color of your poetry.  This universal beauty of the body,  but the obsession with not seeing it change, even after all these years.  

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Maybe  Grace is timeless.

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Like Muses, when you dress them up and put on  their skin  of abundance, a flood of sun which fades their perfumes.

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Strong,  Independent,  Red Amoureuses, F lamboyantes Excessives,  Hosea.

 This is what your universe inspired me for these women who represent beauty in my eyes.

Cassandra.

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