lovely mind flowers, pure thoughts... __and yes; a certain melancholy touch, __ a certain sense of loss, some perfumes inside the intensity of a calm afternoon color, the distance between a point and another __and yes; a certain breeze in the air__ the figure of a clandestine shadow, a child perhaps, or some short piece of memory, the distance between a point and another point __and yes; in the middle all those points; nothing.__

 

Yellow bikinis, jeans passing through, white bodies, legs; wings? Yes; that too and wine and roses floating among tattoos. Quiet spirits, some strange ambience. Angels, bikinis :yellow and the ocean, green waters all the paradise colors rocking on me. Heads, the smoke the music, the sand, Georges ,one book, yellow bikinis, angels yes; and all the people body swing, wings, wind and blues.