la radio uabab

For a few years I have been botanically taking care of a couple of blogs. A blog of words to try to tell the music. Another one of sounds that ask for listening.I suspected that together they would try to reach the radio, as do creepers. So here's the radio uabab: nothing more than a voice that chases the music that runs back and forth through the peripheries of this world with a crooked way, those music that haunt the flower gardens for an unexpected enchantment of green catharsis. It seems to me that all they ask is ears and curiosity.