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“Nunca tuvimos un termino medio, nos queriamos a morir o matabamos por querernos. Sin embargo yo puedo ser los viernes por la noche y tu los domingos por la manana. Puedo quererte los dias pares y tu a mi los dias impares. Yo sere quien ponga las normas y tu quien se las salte. Yo puedo ser lo que tu quieras, tu ya eres lo que quiero yo”
The stalks of these flowers are already dried up, but their blossoms are preserved and kept fresh by the medical infusion bags. The life-span of every living creature is limited. The infusion bags stand for the progress in medicine and the prolongation of human life. They somehow carry an ambivalent message as they refer to both death and life the same time. To preserve the beauty of the flowers artificially with the help of the infusion bags points out man’s inclination to repress the fact that he has to die and to postpone death.
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summer days!!
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tuu tuu tuuu!!!!
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