Thursday, July 29, 2010


By Caio Fernandes

twisting tastes that live into clear sweetiness as a dancer on the air of the night.
 i watch: dance taste , dance my dear... dance only for me.

channels of under-tastes are opening as i was digging a rock, but nothing is hard.
and then i remember that woman that had tatoos of  4 tiny berrys on the place of the eyebrows.
i could lick that too.

i think this under-tastes are fruits of my searchs into the air... or i couldn't explaing where it came fron.
well... i can't anyway.