Frequencies Ofhindi Channels

again, but different.

and observe the white paper.
words flutter in the air around me, smiling and trying new knowledge gained at great cost
not feel feelings. or maybe they are new and do not know yet.
free finally .
watch only the ones that arrived today, after a winter much 'of a long season, denied the gift of time: fresh spring air

cherry street where I was born, my only trusted source for the arrival of spring
capoeira on the beach
sea air, iodine, perfumes
berimbao played badly but with the heart
new friends, maybe. maybe not
lunch across the border, the anniversary of my, 36 years of raw love unaware
touch with your finger a family as if it was soft and wet that I can not identify, a biologist jurisdiction in the matter, and I do not mind at all, I I do wrap as a warm blanket of an unknown animal
sun, sun again, unlike any other just
coated lie on a bed not my own, with the scorching rays of the sun on your skin weak, naked and white, with the arm hanging to touch the floor wood beautiful silk
caress wounds that should not be such
joy and pain as paint mixed in a bucket, black and white, not gray, but they want to be screaming their identity by refusing to blend in and stretching thin wires that are torn off a time
peace peace

seagulls, I wish I had a camera, but it is in the pipeline.
let the sun scald me, I remove the saturated colors and I
nothing hurts me so I have no fear of touching
ciocciolato cake and pears. memories. do a little bad but that's okay, I smile at the end


just illusions I do not know that feeling.
I think it is happiness, but it is not the one I know I

in any case, welcome.
New blank page.
So many things to write. Lame
cold and warm sunshine.

In any case, it will be interesting.
E 'Spring, E (') M'arzo. And we wanted.