La Cappellaia Matta
Two women harbor in me, the best one remains trapped in the crevices of the unconscious, overwhelmed by advertisements. They told me that the man-made beauty is the basis of happiness. So, I find myself wandering through these gray streets underground, unhappy as a clone. I do not see my eyes, my heart beats, it is devastated by SILICON. Immagii reflected in the windows I see an army of women equal to me: we are not DEE, mothers, wives, but a sophisticated device of pleasure to satisfy old cravings ... Alice and I would go back to being amazed even the World (Valentina Vivacqua)
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