Segunda-feira, 10 de Março de 2008
" I think the videos speak for themselves... Crazy songs on the subway, rising and reaching their climax at Jourdain, opening a six-pack, a long walk, the building with two codes, an entry phone, a secured elevator and eleven floors. And then, the piano, beer, songs, 2080’s lyrics written quick and dirty on a sheet of paper, Lyn relaxing on her hamac, hands, glasses, bottles clinking on the floor as if calling the neighbour’s bawling out. A joyful hippie communion
a 10 de Março de 2008 às 15:23
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a 10 de Março de 2008 às 22:57
Um gajo tem que estar em cima do acontecimento.