'soon this space will be too small and I'll laugh so hard that the walls cave in then I'll die three times and be born again in a little box with a golden key and a flying fish will set me free ... soon this space will be too small and I'll go outside and I'll go outside'... lhasa de sela


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estrada da beira, maio 2008

'o teu azul sobre o verde difuso salva-me, pelo menos por agora...'




(wondering how schizophrenic this sequence of posts can be?

... as much as i feel)

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