Josida? Joseia? Josidea?.. Can't remember the man's name who brought me back home by rail. I was so tired and a little sad and confused, cause I had just missed a train. He asked: Can I help you mam? Have a seat, you will see I bring you back home. He lead me into the engine and conducted the train with a peacefull mine ... till I got close to my woody home.
I have this taste in the mouth, this taste that comes when you travel too much by train bus bike and anything, it's like a very light sea sik feeling, made of thousands of litte coloured points that join to a soft grey. And it feels exiting and over dosed at once. A mix of all the colours that step into me in high velocity through the train window and it's reflection.
23.10.08
22.09.08
. instead of playing on the floor, the flamenco dancer built a xalaphone