Playing a game with some new friends has me thinking of past thoughts. Dreaming of lizard words that repeat in my ear as the berimbau speaks. These too have thier own kote. I thought I should relax then again the color blue is not the sky in my world. Smiles plastard against moving background flesh are root deep. Some how green speckled gold has invaded the orange fear factor draped along roadside construction. Sneeze inside a jaguar as I rode by on a light rail of sorts. These are not just viens toward the pump they are what one might call an opinion. Dreamtime reality that can not be put away like folded wool clothes. It is a feeling passing degrees. It isn't hard to know where some one is at while the alligator peers from water top.