Average Rating 0.00 (0 votes) You must login to vote I can feel her soft breath now, she is so close, trapped in the sand, in the waves, that crash with foam like yoga, stretched on the floor, both legs raised and extended, lightly touching the vast plains strewn with the craters, the pelvis, elbows, lifting up, inhaling the rigid and wrinkled seas, whose lips kiss me with a tongue--not lacking in spiritual truth, which curls forward to support me, grasping both knees and clasping the sea. ------ I am a writer/director/producer who has pioneered not only a new genre INNER SCIFI, but a new way to transmit it via a video interactive website.

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