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The perfect length

The perfect length it's always a mini skirt. It should be a universal measure in every circumstance. Doesn't matter what the size is, it's not important what is the fit. It's always perfect.



It just begins in the middle of nowhere, just in the middle because there's always an end. It's just in the middle to hide the rest, it's just the middle to show the beginning.


The general indifference of this canvas can be produced industrially, but it will produce unique results. You never know what is covering the mini skirt without the adventurous spirit of the explorer.


Under the mini-skirt, there are lines, colours, ink, silk. Can be complemented by high heels, or bold knees. Below can be the smoothest surface ever felt or crisscrossed labyrinth closer to the infinite.


Above the mini skirt, there is everything. Suprise and magic, punishment or reward. Probably altogether. It hides the constant darkness and the endless contrasts. It's a surface cannot be measured in any way.


Nothing else begins in the middle nowhere and has a direction to heaven. Nothing else has a measure closer to the perfect length.

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