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.