is melting all around me. Died with the advent of an entire season of mild weather and my departure, there is no white on the cover and overhanging balcony space. Needless to say, there, in the middle, it was just better, stationary in the true sense of the word, to feel just as lonely and aged immersed himself in the notorious and much sought-after great white. The latter, more than a simple environment, is itself a collection of temperature, music and visions going to create the perfect atmosphere for myself, found exclusively in special places, never hostile, where just the top cover in order to find themselves, once the cold, lost the habit for a short jacket that inevitably comes up. It 'was the year of nevone, an unusual year, absent for decades and decades probably hard as I could so as to force a double or even triple covering home, but with that enviable reintroduce the gray time these days, crowded during rush hour and after five disturbing. Extensive notes plucked the dulcimer, thawed and torment league ready, these were the accompaniments of glacial hours post-shower, when otherwise flowing warm Italian-Swedish production recorded in the Balearics, the latest style, exit number three, at least as exquisite and ephemeral excluded ' My Way ', between the tracks at the counter probably the second on the podium. There remains only the memory of it all goodbye with his hand while the winter from a plane, coming in who knows which ambiguous and ambivalent habitat, dirt to be washed every day without being able to avoid the difficulty of mirror and recognize different, unable to act according to spontaneity. Nice catch.
Music by: jj , Roggy Luciano
Photo by: Cats Five
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