o movimento do entre pelo tempo e pelo espaço, onde cada palavra é figura esburacada, e o rosto de ninguém expande ao infinito.

quarta-feira, 30 de abril de 2014

round and round and round

[right now it flows into mind something related to that girl with really big beautiful red hair and that handsome man who once touched my guitar, and i was playing like i meant it, the sounds and words just sliping out overcoming language because right now i feel like my fingers and this ink over white paper are creating something out of thin air just expanding all of us that were already existing together because this love can never leave us, it's inside of us. and growing.]

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