Do signs really exists?

Something curious happened to me twice while at was in Rome. First, I found out in the street a forgotten notebook and it belonged to a younger ballet dancer with little notes and I found it truly curious, because when I was a child I used to dance ballet. And I’m still into dance, not that much as before but it helps me to express myself. Then, other day I found at a stop bus while waiting a flixbus at midnight with a terrible weather a forgotten file with some pieces of geometric shapes and sheets of colored papers and once again it was like mysterious stuff related to art. So maybe it’s a sign of life to keep making and enjoy art. It was a lovely coincidence to be honest. Maybe life operates in mysterious ways.

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