(text written on September 8th, 2011)
This music has a circling movement.
Life on earth has a similar movement.
A known saying is “Ashes to ashes”.
Ash is worth a lot.
Like the vulcano’s ashes,
it creates circumstances for any new life.
I’m a part of the “Ashes”.
I will be there – always.
So will be all our lives and our expressions
a guarantee to anything else’s future.
(text written on September 5th, 2011)
I wrote with a friend about Indonesia.
My mother lived there during her childhood for about 12 years.
She loved it so much, she was so happy over there…
And I realized I love these memories my mother used to share.
I felt this Wind in my Heart again.
I must go there, as soon as possible.
(text written on September 6th, 2011)
While the Wind blew from the East yesterday,
today it’s power turned into the opposite direction.
One day old stories, the other day new ones.
When looking out of the window,
I watch the leaves in the trees,
trying to hold grip to the branches.
About 13 years ago I “discovered” the City of New York.
It was a powerful wind, blowing from the West.
Looking from the top roof of one of the Twin Towers,
I found out what a “New World” meant to many souls…
(text written on September 4th, 2011)
What happens in Nature is like a mirror for my vision.
It seems the human race is drifting and on the run.
Even the way we experience the 4th dimension “Time” seems to change for many of us.
The wheather seems an answer to
what’s also called “the climate crisis”.
I am not making my music to express an opinion.
My wish is to express how these matters feel to me.
I see a lot of clouds.
With rays of sun in every direction.
(text written on September 2nd, 2011)
Every day my heart is searching for a safe place.
And my heart talks to me.
“Can I stay with You?”
And I say:
“Of course – stay close, feel safe”.
There’s one place that makes me feel at home and safe:
My Heart.
My Heart is not me.
Who am I?
(text written on August 31st, 2011)
The Archive was open for the passed 6 days.
Now it remains closed for a while.
It’s still full of melodies, atmospheres, moods, chords, notes…
My life goes on like everyone’s life:
sometimes I feel fine,
or bad,
or happy,
or sad,
or sick,
or healthy again
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