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The first enemy was the media, misinformation, lolitas after themselves, their communities and forums, but every time it was more obvious that behind all those photos of smiling little girls with was something new dress, a sort of collective dream that charmed us all, but each one played according to their way of looking, sometimes even crying some. It was beautiful, naive, was refreshing and increasingly unfortunate that we did not have hardly any sense to beat both in love. I rushed to the squaring of the circle, I tried to rationalize that without emotions, I wanted to reach the secret of dreams and translate it myself, the most naive of all, hunterof dreams without a sandbag, I thought I saw the possibility of creating a new type of preciosité illustrated, a neo light symbolism, bizarre and sweet lead us all innate dreamlike dimensions made most delicate of Surrealism, one that I know and all that called Lolita.
Lolita. My love. I've done. You've done.
need to contextualize my madness.
I do not know if anyone will remember and my esflog or my photoblog, but they also author dead living dolls and more crap, talked about the basics of what was ultimately an illusion, a longing, a desire that could understood as the source a movement, "my movement and my folly, like many others, do not say no, on what is often called the death of the spirit in today's society and the poor and hungry fondness of his resurrection. This is an issue that may sound as a pilgrim, and more on a downright skeptical like me, Cioran attentive lover, a daughter of his time to believe or not believe as the self. I would say even more than the importance of this issue and this contradiction have been overmy life. It is in me and what I love, an existential question inbred nature. My mother, a journalist and writer, clearly woman of exceptional female world and one day decided to leave everything, bought a house in the countryside and spend their days studying and writing about it.
history, metaphysics, perennial philosophy, or Eastern all the classics, reaching the symbolism and quantum physics, mainly.
These were common themes in my house, and then I was a little Martian. My dreams and my goals were not asBasswood is a clear reflection of what was inside me, my connection with each and every one of its symbols, from the darkest to the most tender, immediately had a dimension of orgasm, fell dead in love, and as the experience love, all my senses and my mind were all agreed that what made me happy. Round and full, twelve on the clock, pure reconciliation. The movement, the spiritual revolution, happiness, all conspired to tell the world I decided that there was a rainbow tiny valley that was left to dwell.
Lolita in Wonderland was born. The connotation
Basta. Lolita, either in Castilian or English, Japanese, English or Sanskrit, can not continue. You not see? This is not what the Bible says, a clerk of Baby, or what he says Novak. This is ours, ours, all of us, because we who laugh or to cry with all this happening to us, not our clothes or our style, it is us, and here we are becoming. Is not you realize? What has happened in Spain has been going years in all parts of a cryptic or silent, and could happen again, somewhere else, otherwise, it can happen again. CHTMLX Nemos, with a more beautiful place, with here and now that the place to mix with our reality, we have all the historical material at our disposal, and all present that fits into open hands.
Lolita in Wonderland may not serve for nothing, who have been in vain, and very likely last night that has no meaning. I do not, once again, be contrary. Now I know that we exist. I know completely. I believe it has taken years with the force but now I know.
Please we are, right now.
