La danse ne cherche pas à justifier se désirs, elle se moque de l’age, du statut, de la logique, de la raison. C’est une boussole qui n’indique que la liberté, un peu comme le c?ur humain (not unlike the humain heart).
The roaring traffic's boom. Silence in my lonely room. I know that! That's from Shakespeare, right? Sir, would you stop for a second? 莎士比亞壓倒kitsch的最后一根稻草It's fall. By spring I'll have you up to 10. You don't think I was going to blow this moment, did you?