Here we go again in the present station trying to get the train that will lead us to improvisation. Why? Wondering if sometimes I miss something I don’t know. Some days I don’t feel like me my thoughts and feels are combine in a sense of nonsense from time to time eventually they will pass … Continue reading Stations
I have this spinning mind, messes with my head all the time, I don't really think about it, but she is here, crossing wires, making jumps, balancing rythmes, she is free, I can't control, It's like a balloon that flows, and goes up into the air, never know, when to stop. Goes up up up, … Continue reading Spinning words.