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Michel Deville. “La lectrice”. 1988
“… So when the moonlight hits the sign its a sign of reflection
When these mirrors speak my mind it’s a lost direction
Oh when the moonlight hits the signs…”
Hay que convencer, no vencer. La transmisión de cultura no es una vulgar batalla de conocimiento y ego clasista. Soundtrack of my life.
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