HE WOKE when it was barely-just light enough to see the pine trunks and he left the bed. As he opened the door he felt, again, the touch of the air from the sea that promised how the day would be. When he sat down the sun was not yet up and he felt that he had made up some of the time that was lost in the story. But as he reread his careful legible hand and the words took him away and into the other country, he lost that advantage and was faced with the same problem and when the sun rose out of the sea it had, for him, risen long before and he was well into the crossing of the gray, dried, bitter lakes his boots now white with crusted alkalis. He felt the weight of the sun on his head and his neck and his back. "Oooni" was playing in the CD player and suddenly he discovered that a new bright world was wide open for him. The sea, the sun and the sand were eating out of the palm of DEELA's music. ARKAY KOO, LASCIVE DOPAMINE and MARCELO BERGES are the seagulls of Latin America Electronica sound.