Ciudad Autonoma de Buenos Aires, Argentina
The ink is the pin that sews characters that do not understand, that fight, shaking, panting, trying to catch handfuls of pure air.
White, white spaces floating, kissing, caressing, loving, hugging, always at the edge. The edge of the line? The edge of the fingers? The edge of the edges?
And alway...
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