… and when I was a little girl I used to see the pictures of the geisha women. They so much bewitched me, I was fascinating…Mystery… I’ll never be like them but I can close my eyes For to be carried away through times and spaces To feel I’m not me. This is a disappearing geisha dancing with the fans, Like little butterfly playing with her wings. …Or…She looks renouncing. Too far from problems of the globe. Her barely perceptible smile – mysterious and innocent… …The art. The living masterpiece… Her bearing, eloquence and manners are innate Her movements and emotions are whet… I am an actress… But I wake up…So sweety were all those dreams... My style is very poor do describe my feelings of that travel... | 
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