balos 
and this is balos (clay). The tale telling us all along.
The wild island where they send you when you go to say which country (in common parlance "to fuck").
It looks like the dream you do at night, and when you wake up hoping to be party to enjoy it again, without the usual noise of background raped you. I
, Alberto, Nadia Erika and we should be still, somewhere that is not there
hidden in space and wind, buried amazement, finally masters of nothing and of ourselves. There are other such places, or different kinds of places that allow same signs ... this is our story, and the picture on the right was not the first page, to see we have followed a pattern of essential natural qualities made exciting .. .
and here is the glimpse of 9 km to document those times in the first 15km to reach balos. The scenario consists of air and rams, goats and bees. Mankind is not reached.
The "road" has different colors, changing from a simple coarse sand, a clay, and then in the final back our classic white gravel ..
The point is that the road is not there, there is a "channel" of rocks and holes where every meter you have to choose the least threatening.
on our side, (side b) not limited by beautiful cliffs also symbolic protectors, separates sea and sky .... silence .....
Then go down to 2 km on foot after 45 minutes of "panda blue" and is from heaven and see the 'high that you feel you've made the right choice.
covered on that strip of land with the white sea that you've followed a nearly constant motion and harmless, looking away, high and straight, and it was like God was qualocsa nearby. Within only a handful of strong hand clasping the certainty that this was a part of our lives.
We escaped, but neither proud nor fleeing. Smiled in disbelief and without poisons. We felt an arrival, there was a satisfying end in, and ambition, and other corrupt ideas were covered with primitive sensations of breathing. Even
Erika's breasts seemed unreal and is enhanced by the setting sublime smile on the rocks and its shells. The two of freedom was expressed in money just swollen and firm, no longer compressed by tissue uncomfortable and out of place. Gave off more light, and the picture is complete.
's funny how in those moments do not you think of the routine that we find, or the friend will say, "Come to a party on Saturday?"
Do you feel safe and protected by a sensation. And personally I think this is the right way to experience certain things, a bit like the Bible in a cage.
Give your soul isitnto always the first and the last gesture, to remind you who you are. It is the method that you can not touch It 'cry of your private life, the version of himself that others may not see ...
"And remember that the cart is not always the driver ..."
click ... hello girls, hello Albi
