Friday, July 16, 2010

tracking by Caio Fernandes


tracking breaths of lost distances
the world curves its own sizes as a ring- toy on my fingers
i didn't have flashs of lights in an obvious lead , so choose to acept forgoten paths as they were new songs . and my cheast found life in a green pond inside .

my bloodhound instinct smells my own feelings at the other side of the world , used by fragil sincere hands .
you know what ? all my intutions fail . i don't know what to feel anymore . just keep going , traking , traking , traking ......
i am here , the universe all around , and just that .
no especific references , i follow the void .
the only way to find myself or something else is geting lost . again . traking feelings , as they were new songs .