Inspiration. Essence. Substance. Different ideas. A journey living the art of surfing. Photography, poetry, soul. Dreams coming true. Our life is a vortex moving continually in time and space. We believe in destiny.

Inspiracao. Essencia. Substancia. Ideias diferentes. Uma jornada vivendo a arte de surfar. Fotografia, poesia, alma. Tornando sonhos realidade. Nossa vida e' um buraco de vacuo se movendo continuamente no espaco, no tempo. Nos acreditamos em destino.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Sights I






You would see him talking to a crowd, and his hand gestures were almost like pantomime. He'd have his right hand on his chest and then, as he said something, the hand would start going out. Then he'd point down to the sand, keeping the tumb up, then point the hand back to himself, and then it would go some other direction. And the left hand would do its own thing.

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