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Love, Poetry And Art

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Dance and poetry are committed to reviving old values and constructing new ones in accordance with the changing times. I like to present new things. To achieve my goal, I have developed my own philosophy in writing and dancing, through which I explore and, hopefully, offer some meaning and relevance.
 
This philosophy, for me, means to fully observe life and the world through literature, arts, and dance to explore peace, love, happiness, and pleasure. And finally, to explore oneself to better understand how "I" fit in with others, and the world as a whole.

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Value Love And Friendship

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Published in Opednews.com, Newsblaze.com : I wanted my friendship very much and from the day I met them it had been a kind of my weakness not to be able to take out our friendship from my brain. I always met them waiting for me, I thought he was a great friends with great respect. In fact, I felt that I would write poems on our friendship. Oh! Every evening in the flower garden and far from there forward the mountain I went out. So Beautiful life. 
 
Everybody imagines pleasant things.

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In Memory of My Older Friend from Middle Township

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Published in http://www.capemaycountyherald.com/
One of my friends, Rita (name changed) from Middle Township had a degree in music and dance. She died recently at her home. Rita was old and sick. She tried to make her life known. She told me that she would love to go out for lunch or dinner and to travel the world, especially Italy. She told me that she would sing songs, have a boyfriend, date. She would like to visit her old school in Pennsylvania. Her death was sad, especially for me. I felt particularly heartbroken. I cried when she died. I remember when I first started coming to see her, I was serious at her childish ways. She was undoubtedly an expert in making jokes and enjoyed talking.

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Women Trafficking: Story of My Friend

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Trafficking: Story of My Friend
 
Published in Cape May County Herald.: My friend, who used to work in a brothel, told me her story: “This large city of brothels is terrifying to look at, with its tall buildings. It felt as if everyone who lived inside was satisfied as they quenched their hunger. I don't like even to remember. Due to the necessity to sell my body every evening, there was always within me an unknown fear of terror or fright, creating an empire of its own.

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