Your bitter treasures on hell Step down to the ground of academics unaccesible guy Tearing and blowing You killing without reminding.   The S.O.S  1998, like the holy Cohen does the same to Us Of our beautiful questionable memoars Beautiful dreaming that we never entrance to touch For the most of lost, in a hidden…

Finding the truth that kill you, smooth. a lie the dogma from God, the nature die. the earth to which you have never heard. on sea we battle for money, an ocean salary, sexing our inner consumtivity. the industry coloring the sea with your shamanic technology, its beauty but dramatic tragedy. Sometimes truth can’t be…