It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something (Crash, 2004)
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Unde ne facem cumparaturile, ce retete punem in practica, cum ne decoram hruba, ce flori ne imbie diminetile
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O colectie (mereu crescanda!) cu fotografii facute lui Toma. Viata de zi cu zi a lui fi-miu, documentata ca la carte...
I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes, Ain't got no money, Ain't got no class, Ain't got no skirt, Ain't got no sweater, Ain't got no perfume Ain't got no bed, Ain't got no mine, Ain't got no mother, Ain't got no father, Ain't got no friends, aint got no schoolin', Ain't got no love, Ain't got no name, Ain't got no ticket, Ain't got no culture, Ain't got no god
and what have i got why am i alive anyway yeah what have i got nobody can take away...
Got my hair on my head, Got my brains, Got my ears, Got my eyes, Got my nose, Got my mouth, I got my smile, I got my tongue, Got my chin, Got my neck, Got my boobies, Got my heart, Got my soul, Got my back, I got my sex, I got my arms, my hands, my fingers, my legs, my feet, my toes, and my liver, got my blood..
I got life, i got my freedom i got life
I got my life, and i'm gonna keep it I got my life, and im gonna keep it
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