The dream, 'to become illustrious', flickers! ! !
Desire, which she has lost in memory,
Sometimes crosses a threshold of illusion,
Opens wrinkled expressiveness, _
Exotic images, mysterious characters …
Illusion tempts doubtful destiny …
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