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by Eduardo Ramos | April, 2007 | ?: terra.urbe.05 | No Comments the world in ruin (ruins)coast of death life
by Eduardo Ramos | March, 2007 | ?: terra.urbe.05 | No Comments for my love :: sand we shall soon walkZidane’s Triumphant Pass Through Rio de Janeiro
by Eduardo Ramos | March, 2007 | ?: terra.urbe.05 | No Comments we were all heroes that day. even if only for 110 minutes. if only I had enough croissants; if only I could sing without honey in my throat just long enough. to win. (PHOTO BY AMY)can de pobo
by Eduardo Ramos | March, 2007 | ?: terra.urbe.05 | No Comments –village dog, why do you wander towards the city? –because you can’t buy dog food in a ghost village, man. for A & M & A or Sarea de bon, the re-production of life
by Eduardo Ramos | March, 2007 | ?: Imprisoned Notebooks, terra.urbe.05 | No Comments Elena holds future sand at Area de Bon. Area is “sand,” in Galician. Her hands are, in fact, full of shells. In her palms she holds a treasure of broken, polished, smoothed, shattered shells. They still teem with various lives, that of their form and that of their content of lives. Mollusks and their homes. [...]
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