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Boundless lands, where anything stands still, where
dwellers make their way through this life silently, while bows of lights dance within the night, mingling colours. Here
the metropolis is no more, no bees living close to one another, no hueless buildings but swaying trees, no longer street lights
but stars, glowing in the sky, as they've always been supposed to do. I doubt that anyone might be listening to what I say,
nevertheless, welcome you lonesome journeyman, welcome you restless traveller, may I entertain you one last time.
Here there's some information about who I am, what I am like, even though
I'll never get acquainted with myself as I wish. I provide here even a list of movies, books, tunes, things that struck
me at the right time in the right place.
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