the boy

the boy
a boy...who never know when, where or why he was borned....

the only thing that he wanted was to feel alive

URBAN BONES "city" early fall

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MASS of MUSCLES "beach" spring/summer

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to grow being a boy and then to be a man.....




my lips are burned of thinking only about you, while my heart is asphyxiated in the saliva of his language that extracts to me the breath......

SUPERFICIAL VEINS "bay" early spring

in a age of inocence lost what we yearn for is inocence found youth creativity and vitality....

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to go out to see the rel world, to feel everithing, to sell, to touch....
and i could touch my selalf my own heart and my feelings.....

SUPERFICIAL VEINS