150 I learn from you the tender movements of my hands, When you are watching me without a movement. I learn from you the ancient skill of woman, When you are teaching me the ancient skill of man. I learn from you the science of how to say a word, When you are watching me behind your silence. When you are teaching me the blind excitement, I learn from you the art to draw with stringent strokes.







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IRENE CĂSAR
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