In those moments of tissue paper that I feel alive. Moments of vanilla, baby milk, honey. It is in these precious moments of amber and salt than a thousand colors plunge in the veins, contradictory feelings, feelings diffuse and overwhelming. Bees hum in the ears, the songs of robins, small trails in the hill full of smells and suddenly a unique discovery of the sea A sea flat as a lake, picked up an attitude, ready to pounce like a cat discretion of the surf on the sandy white beach. A stormy sky-blue gray, and light rays passing through the thin and golden moss nuages.Se feel alive is This punch somewhere below the navel, exactly where it all starts. A wave, a wave of fire Catalan. A huge force fills me, I am become all the blades and all the sunsets. I could sit still for days to dream about this flight of seagulls, and parillada and mild tingling of the bells in the morning. With an irrepressible desire to die, then struck down by so much beauty and elegance of the obvious fate.
