martes, 28 de abril de 2009

This sandbox must be on Earth. The bottom from wich I come from is quite on the surface of emptiness. I play here and music flows through. I'm not there, I construct symbols. What else could a foam being do?

sábado, 18 de abril de 2009


Inside of a stone there's tenderness and little sparkles of light. But everybody can know this. That's why it stays in silence, breathing to its inside the smell of the wet ground.
Lo que nunca se dormía del todo, era una cierta idea de magnolias. Aunque los árboles donde ellas vivían hubieran quedado en el camino, ellas estaban cerca, escondidas detrás de los ojos.