Playing in the background....
"cold beer, coca cola, agua."
You're on the beach and the only thing to soothe your dozen or so mosquito/termite/flying teeth bites is the Mediterranean. Sand becomes you. Like a freckle. You become the city as streets become familiar and bodegas become common and the man singing, 'cold beer, coca cola, agua' becomes familia.
"cold beer, coca cola, agua."
You're on the beach and the only thing to soothe your dozen or so mosquito/termite/flying teeth bites is the Mediterranean. Sand becomes you. Like a freckle. You become the city as streets become familiar and bodegas become common and the man singing, 'cold beer, coca cola, agua' becomes familia.
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| Beatiful burned out factory in Poble Nou, Barcelona |
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| "The difference between", "thought and action". |
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| I suck with nice paint but the space makes up for it. |
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| Almost crushed by layers of rotting houses while making. |
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| RIPO with a message to the cops thumping at Catalunya |
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