camila.:
Lights can listen
camila.:
No lights. No water.
camila.:
No lights. No water.
camila.:
Sing a no-word music to me
camila.:
On red light. no more color.
camila.:
maybe I can be art.
camila.:
The light comes.
camila.:
To Monday.
camila.:
Sometimes I pass enamel in my talents.
camila.:
In grain.
camila.:
Sensorial experience
camila.:
maybe is sleeplessness
camila.:
.osmosis is a form to learn.
camila.:
how can I disarrange dreams?
camila.:
Something about world´s feeling
camila.:
Hide your dreams
camila.:
playing and liking to be
camila.:
with sugar, with affection
camila.:
Someone observe me.
camila.:
more five dreams. Please
camila.:
About something that you told me.
camila.:
Maybe, the ideias will find its place.
