one of the most memorable phrases was blanche: 've always depended on the kindness of strangers even add that axis where everything seems to turn when says as opposed to the death is the desire, "is more, I even dare to add this one sentence of my own hand and point of view: the sensitivity is a one way ticket to madness. if we link these three sentences, we found a torn rope laying down the well of the late Blanche future. we are in a tunnel that goes through hard Streetcar Named Desire. we are caught in a car. and within the network of deep blanche, ground and handcuffed by three strands that eventually squandered all his emotions into a pulse of cultures.
yesterday we were in the English theater. we sat in the second row of that vintage tram-gas proposal mario with an always-vicky rock. whole explosion of emotions. Vicky
rock is the wolf lurking in their own forest, full of nocturnal, you scratch the back. the tarantula and conquer your patient waiting inside to put in their mouths for food. the shark near the pool of blood. the runaway horse in which we would climb over and over again. which brings with her emotions hidden our sides. is a be brutal without resorting to brute force. is an impact. is the tram that runs over and takes you forward scattering garbage on the ground we are. is the centripetal force that draws up his abdomen, his own center-all the remaining forces, external.
highly recommend going to see the play. runs through April 14 in the English theater. the last time I saw vicky rock was homebody kabul and produced in me the same strength.
confess that I only had eyes for vicky rock. I should be so emphatic when I lean
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