Our senses are limited....Our memory is selective.
Sometimes for our own sake, too....
Fragrances blown away, flavours washed aside....
razor blade guitar riffs grasping empty clubs` ceilings,
sunsets swallowed by darkness....
Sparks in the eyes of a stranger bounce on our skin.....
An experimental attempt to frame vanishing emotions
.. before all those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain
05 September 2008
Rio de Janeiro - a city on the beach
God is a D.J
... and a V.J too
Fever pitch - Flamengo vs Fluminense, estadio Maracana`
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