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FERITE
An imaginary about the mind when it becomes sick, appropriates the body and everything it contains, and drags, without warning, slowly into hell. In that space where you live for a while, isolated from what happens outside the body, from what others think or really happens, there is a lethargy of life, a pure experience of pain that is repeated through exhausting obsessions. But even in that hell there is beauty, poetry.
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