Music is another way of communication. I use this way to relief myself and escaping in a space. I have come the night before, a gray-black but warm night before-- as it is expected to be in this space. As we drive along, we would single out ourself in a imaginary way of seeing when built was thought to be a spectacle. All these spaces were points of happiness to me; all these places were lifeboats to my small drowning soul, for I would imagine myself entering and leaving them, and just that -entering and leaving over and over again...
Music is another way of communication. I use this way to relief myself and escaping in a space. I have come the night before, a gray-black but warm night before-- as it is expected to be in this space. As we drive along, we would single out oursel...