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i have a face cut from ice a heart pierced in a thousand places so to remember always the same voice the same gestures and my laughter heavy as a wall between you and me the ones who are most alive seem the most still behind the milky way a shadow dances our gaze climbs toward the stars
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the morning of the world
i have a face cut from ice a heart pierced in a thousand places so to remember always the same voice the same gestures and my laughter heavy as a wall between you and me the ones who are most alive seem the most still behind the milky way a shadow dances our gaze climbs toward the stars
Pablo Picasso
1881 - 1973/Male/Spanish