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ni! for now
Posted on October 16, 2018

        So the unwanting soul sees what’s hidden, and the ever-wanting soul sees only what it wants. Lao Tzu      

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Sem deixar rasto // 70 Biulis (Un Brute Jour series)

Posted on October 7, 2018

  4 • Out • 2018   Sem deixar rasto compaixão — sem deixar rasto generosidade de aceitar o (meu) quarto-mar a realidade em frente de plástico e largar tudo o resto (que) sem deixar rasto polui as nossas mentes … Continue reading →

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little mutherfucka

Posted on October 3, 2018

   Filmulator >> Rawtherapee >> Imagemagick (scale) >> Mozjpeg (compression, exif)       Oh non on ma non, {french accent} thiz part of the leave is too hj)ard for my teethz, I’m most surely gonna leave it behing, I … Continue reading →

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Un Brute Jour {diary} /// Sydney’s cousin is back

Posted on September 26, 2018

    25 – Jul -2018 Al regresar de la playa Tara y yo fuimos a arrancar las papitas de la tierra. Catorce fueron y las nena se las enseñó a todo el mundo. La continuidad desenfadada. Tara ha “aprendido” … Continue reading →

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Posted on September 18, 2018

  A.) I am I am I am a firefighter without a plan without a fire without a hosse without a shiny truck I am constant on my way to you I am always on my way to you to … Continue reading →

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Vítor Simões farewell ( 36 pics & 1 poem)

Posted on September 14, 2018

  Click any image to enter gallery, there are captions       •   •   •   Delicate to be strong there’s a wave with a slow \                                                                       \ strawberry on top Light’s golden darker sea everything’s … Continue reading →

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A couple surrendering poopoozas

Posted on September 8, 2018

  Hoy me trae el viento algo no anda bién veo las cosas más claras pero no a la gente Abierto del alma a los piés se me sale todo, queda sólo esta cáscara triste hediendo a soledad; y es … Continue reading →

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