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Beautiful porcelain doll. Made by Jessica Harrison.
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Un consejo para tener en cuenta; para cuando dialogue con alguien ten presente esto que te voy a decir en toda comunicación tiene emisor y receptor que cada uno siente y piensa como quiere o no sabe de otra manera así que cuando hables se conciso y de manera clara a expresar lo que quiera. Siempre pregunta y nunca supongas lo que no sabés.
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La carga más pesada es por lo tanto, a la vez, la imagen de la más intensa plenitud de la vida. Cuanto más pesada sea la carga, más a ras de la tierra estará nuestra vida, más real y verdadera será.
Por el contrario, la ausencia absoluta de carga hace que el hombre se vuelva más ligero que el aire, vuele hacia lo alto, se distancie de la tierra, de su ser terreno, que sea real solo a medias y sus movimientos sean tan libres como insignificantes. Entonces, ¿qué hemos de elegir? ¿El peso, o la levedad?
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Physique diabolique (Segundo de Chomón, 1912)
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‘Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered.’
Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt (1952) // Carol (2015), dir. Todd Haynes
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‘Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered.’
Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt (1952) // Carol (2015), dir. Todd Haynes
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