thoughts in the morning

I feel a little ripple, the one on the surface of water, and comes before a great earthquake.

I feel a little burning of skin, the first flames of a forest fire.

I feel nothing, the one that comes before everything.

I hear the wind, because I feel it but I do not know, how to stop hearing the silence.

I feel a little drop from the heavens, the one that drops just before a storm.

I feel nothing and I hear nothing for I need nothing; Sweetness overflows.

I feel an overwhelming fatigue, just after the clash of swords and trowels.


thoughts in the afternoon

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thoughts in the evening.















jazz, when presented in its raw beauty, looks like a blank piece of paper with lines scribble all over.

That is why I love jazz. so rich, harmonious and individualistic, all at the same time.

I was allowed to run wild, as I listened and visualised the music drawing lines in my mind. The energy flowed into me.

to hear is such a strange sense