Finding the coconuts...
We still here this morning, to go finding a nice young nuts of fresh coconuts...
Then the sky get so dark... gloomy monday afternoon... i get to lay down in the backside varandah closed to the bamboo trees cloves..
The sounds of the breathing air over the bamboo leaves... sound like a mantra...
Wishpers by the univers through the lulaby...
I could hardly bears the cozzyness and peacefull mindness right over this lying spots of mine...
I feel so solemn...
I feel the air.. run thru