Dance barefoot

I'm over 40. Not yet. Neither older nor younger. Beyond any measure or comparison. Over 40. Here and now. Wrinkles from lack of sleep, fatigue. Headache from red wine. Allergy. Fatigue. Not desire. And I accept it all. No, I don't accept it. I don't have to put up with it or fight against it. It's just mine. It's mine.

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Venus only has parts of her hands, Mona Lisa never stops to smile... And I sometimes wake up from my own snoring. But I have something in common with them. The three of us are complete. By definition. Because they are Venus and Mona Lisa. And I am I. I don’t need any arguments, opinions...It’s not wrinkles under my eyes, but losses, insults, sadness, sleepless nights, studies, alcohol, cigarettes, conversations, falling in love, efforts, admiration, anxieties, thoughts, dreams .... Would I be complete without it?...