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There is an age that the Gods will forever envy us for and that, from the bile-ridden fixity of their eyes, has always represented the true, great, unheard-of privilege granted to human beings, the age of sudden shudders and excessive wonders that tear through the days with the power of Van Gogh's gaze emerging from one of his self-portraits, the exquisite delicacy that we cannot savor without life later presenting us with the (salty) bill. Discover the review
There is an age that the Gods will forever envy us for and that, from the bile-ridden fixity of their eyes, has always represented the true, great, unheard-of privilege granted to human beings, the age of sudden shudders and excessive wonders that tear through the days with the power of Van Gogh's gaze emerging from one of his self-portraits, the exquisite delicacy that we cannot savor without life later presenting us with the (salty) bill.
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