A small confession (Blame it on the work you see in the picture : one of my boxes without title, I refuse to wear it.) 
I suffer from chronic blindness since I left my hiding behind a chair at the age of four years of family taxation, and also a slight limp caused by my mental wanderings that prevents me from running at the same speed as the others, and my auditory system suffers to certain noises, conversations that I can not register and therefore understand.
However, despite my limitations, when I touch the walls of the cave feel the images that have been forgotten, I read on the lips of people when they speak, and my hands are precise and agile.
not counting the steps I walk, I paralyzed when others put words in my mouth, I enjoy playing hunt the elusive, but not the butterflies, and I get naked when I remove the glasses.
Marlo
(under an umbrella)
