The Pink House opened its doors to us, we toured their spaces, top to bottom, we live, we were present in each, in different atmospheres. The rain on the terrace watered our souls and the living room reveals the end of the night, but before we connect with a diverse body, but shared visions on this and other worlds. This exquisite appearance gave the start to the series of dead sound track, as part of this madness that we are transiting evolutionary. Thanks to for lending Barbershop home recording and the great magician to put his voice, as well as his magic in the editing of this body, besides taking part of it.
Maybe someday
stop returning boomerangs.
that day anything can happen.
I wonder, in what I think?
just want to imagine,
If sleep is what I think
prefer imagine.
energies of happiness
are perceived in the ether.
Magic
to the beat of Cuban son.
marley currently unplugged sounds ...
And perhaps things sound
that were written
in moments that are unique.
Well, well, now on, the legends
will be remembered
under those little lines.
Good thing this
when legends
somehow
come true.
And the truth is not to say
because right now
sounds "old" Pappo
in the voice of a friend ,
and thats when I lose track,
the difference between legend and reality.
Uh ... I got distracted What do we mean?
better not talk about certain things,
is sometimes worth
let flow without an end ...
That ... flow ... fly ... feel ...
conscious breathing,
fresh air from the east,
smoke a porro dente,
down a slope,
down the street Hyb Gómez,
Jaipin in the West.
The land of the villages
and ancient music,
can expose
our deepest beliefs unpunished
and make them shine,
to a point that maybe ...
nobody notices.
Picture: Jim Flora
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