Pina Bausch - Orpheus and Eurydice - Paris Opera Ballet 2018
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Pina Bausch - Orpheus and Eurydice - Paris Opera Ballet 2018
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Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.
Carl Jung, “Memories, Dreams, Reflections”
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