Always leaving..

A tale of your choice.

...with light emerging among the old branches, and staring at the nought.

Feeling.

Some days falls gently.

Inner darkness.

Shinning emptyness of missing.

Unreachable spaces.

A very quick recording of this fresh composition. I'm really busy these days! I hope you like and/or enjoy this desperated one.

I really wanted to play this one nicely, but every time i pressed 'record' and started to play, i made a mistake... so, after many tries i just decided left it like this (for the moment, at least...) I hope you like and/or enjoy this one.