Boddah is the vibration of my bass. Boddah never found the sun, the good sun, but he was sad because this. The life to him is a miracle, a sweet miracle that he wishes to keep. He is a lonely boy in his world, he’s just a pure young man… and he’s fool, very, very fool, because Boddah… well… he never learned how to make a kite or his own balloon and he never learned how to say goodbye for me… Do you know? I hate Boddah! But I love him, so much. Boddah doesn’t cry in my mind, he ever, ever, ever, ever, make me smiles, make me to live. Maybe he doesn’t really exist. Maybe he exists for me. My Boddah! And I… I’m him little shine or, sometimes, I’m him little blue, even if he doesn’t agree.
G.B.
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