It is 01:30, here in nospace.
Well, what time is it, traveling between Sao Paulo and Porto?
Dakar is not too far, 11500 m down.
Everybody is sleeping, i would like but i cannot.
I am addicted to Cachassa, and i have got a little bottle with me. They told me i will lose it in Porto, because of security.
So i am drinking it now, getting slowly super-drunk.
I appreciate spaces in between, moments in no-time, reflections passing by.

Ecco, l’ho fatto di nuovo :!
Sto squattando la residenza artistica dell’universita’ di San Paolo. Ho trovato un amico, e si sa, chi trova un amico trovo un tesoro :)
Nos somos aqui, ognuno perso nei suoi pensieri, aggrappati a computer che non ci bastano piu’.

Sono a Bahia. Piove a dirotto. Prigioniera dell´internet point. E´mezzanotte e tra poco chiudera´, mi tocchera´ correre a perdifiato tra i vicoli, liquida liquida. Ho visto e pensato e sentito talmente tante cose, in questi giorni, che pensavo di non farcela, a scrivere. E invece eccomi qui, con l´olio di palma che mi brucia le viscere …

Here we are in Brasil. The FILE festival in Sao Paolo was cool, and very popular considering there are around 700 visitors a day! I loved the show, the people, the other installations. One *ball* from ~the ball in the hole~ broke, i let you imagine kysucix and xname running around the city asking for luminescent balls in any supicious shop. Sao Paulo is the third metropoly of the world.

UBIK E XNAME NELLA TERRA DEI PADRI

Back to the roots.
It happened to Ubik and me to get together for a holiday in Lecce.
Lecce is a place i belong to. It is placed at the end of the railway, downsouth east, finibus terrae. One way you have the North, Italy and Europe, all the rest is sea and countryside.

When i was a child, every time i had to write some paper, i was starting with the following line, from left to right: ‘name’, ‘second-name’, ‘third name’, ‘surname’, ‘place’, ‘date[day:month:year]’.

Writing on the net is different, the place is not important, it is not part of the *post_description* …