Sueños desde el Daltonismo


Imagine a world between a beach and your all time friends, the music is all over
no worry for food cuz we all prepare it, we dedicate our time to express, to art,
is our smal lworld, for this month, we can put our hamacas all over the house,
each can enjoy it at sunset,
at noon,
at midnit,
is really the time to chase the sun when is coming up,
or when is dying on the sea.
Is the time to count the eternity of stars.
Its Papaya Boulevad,
oursmall village, in the middle of Oaxaca.
We managed to build a small music academy, a small hospital and school,
with our newly doctor and psicologist
our architect build up this small village,
which had inthe center a beutiful garden,which surrounded the :
"Casa del Pueblo".
This small village that we called Papaya Village was our relax time,
once a year we all traveled from wherever we were.
I build up my photograh studio, she brought her piano
she her new bass and some knowledge of the mind.
We cook and spare the food to all travelers
its all free, we no more had fights,not at this time.
We remember moments, we laugh at all
good and bad, love and hate, past and future.
Were the romantic guerrilla, the resistance, the strawberry hippis
a mixutre of old school punk, and ska, master Bob Marley
art & love
im looking for it, dont worry it is true.........
seeusouthmexicosoon!!!!

1 comentarios:

aDe | 7:15 p.m.

TE AMO... atte. la panka, electonica, eskatosa, reggesona.. mmm donde he oido eso??