A deaf person who has been pleasantly stuck in a dimension between dream and reality, where my sign language turns into written poems.
“Body language is poetry, it is basic, it is essential, it is universal, it is innate.
The synchrony of the energetic vibrations that produce the body movement is more powerful than the voice, creates more extensive dynamics and has a greater influence on shaking the inner energies”
Could everything I went through in my childhood be avoidable?
Why do I like many other people see or have seen so badly about life?
How did these pessimistic thoughts arise?”
“A few months after the birth of my body, behind the stifled cries of my parents, they discovered that inexorably my hearing was gradually ceasing, the same misfortune that also happens to themselves” Continue reading I am disabled, I am deaf, I am living – First part – Shadow
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