The Boy
A boy...who never know when, where or why he was borned...
the only thing that he wanted was to feel alive
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
MASS of MUSCLES "beach" spring/summer
sketchs
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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