Treasure Island

cristobal Benjumea

(190865 / jersey)

The language of our bodies when they entwine reveall new dimensions


The joy your body gives me fills me without beig able to overflow

i dragg myself apendix of the heart

history is made

in the green garden full of roses and violets

Submitted: Saturday, July 27, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013
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