Ugawood

Throat gore.

Birds do it

Meu amado, a minha aula de canto é assim:

1. Sento numa bola azul e sinto os musculos do diafragma a cada entrada e saida do ar no meu corpo.

2. Sigo as instruçoes da professora de olhos fechados.

3. “Relaxa os labios”.

4. “Sente a sua lingua”.

5. “O pomo-de-adao desce sozinho”.

6.  “Empurra a bola com toda a parte de baixo do seu corpo.”

7. “Você esta sentindo o movimento do diafragma empurrando a bola?”.

Estou me preparando.

Back from England, my lionheart

I missed my cat.

Concerts:

- Afrirampo

- Dirty Three

Books :

- I saw you…

- French milk

Sonho: estava dançando funk, nao sei onde nem por quê. Acordei com vontade de dançar funk.

Cavemen, men and apes

It’s funny how childhood goes on and on, even when we hide inside adult bodies. Three days ago I visited the Lascaux caves nearby and, despite the fact that I wasn’t completely mesmerized by what I saw, it still was very enjoyable.

I also started studying and imagining more seriously the Neanderthals. Maybe some day I will write my own science-fiction love story scenario (an american white girl who falls in love with a Neanderthal during the 50s. Disaster: they can’t have babies.)