igor,,, there is something about the soul or music from your native land,,, that has always surpassed// amazed my inner self,, that,,, hard to say,,,,,is soooooo beautiful and touching,,, once again well done friend r

Absolutely gorgeous & so moving. w;-)

Nicely done mate great playing.

Beautiful, pensive yet inquisitive. Love your stuff, sir.

I feel i know the stranger a little better now.........

Beautiful.

Wonderful music.

A higher musical consciousness. Meditative.

Magnificent performance Igor. One of your best.

Life itself is a waiting, if you try to plan it. What if you do not plan, but just to live?

Absolutely gorgeous! w;-)

someone once said (R. Hinelin i believe) waiting is becoming.......most beautiful friend

That was beautiful Igor.

..they recently moved in, watched telly, so-so, and... a neighbor, according to the old-fashioned custom, decided to go with the cake, get to know them and all that. Who'd have known?

They were watching the world go by from the living room window when suddenly one drops behind the settee shortly followed by the other....one says to be other In a whisper ........"Theres someone at the door"......"you answer it "..."no you do it "...."no."...."well look out the window then"...."it's the Avon lady "...the Avon lady pressed the door bell ....and time stopped inside the house....was she heard by the two acid heads hiding behind the settee.........there was no answer .....she walked away......as they trembled

to drorkesser: it is a delay with "tail decay".

Nice ... is the background keyboard or an infinite (type) reverb?

...and thank you all for listening, brothers.

The amazing thing, Trev, is that it is impossible to discover the forgotten, we can only try, and then, if successful, you will receive a "recollection of memories", also different from one time to another. That in itself is interesting, but sometimes it has nothing to do with reality, as I understand. Note: I write this from the train, from Berlin to Hamburg.

Wandering backwards in memory at an alarming pace to discover the forgotten to remember that you wanted to forget

El sol azul está por encima, aquí, en el espacio que se llama eterna. El sol azul está por debajo. ~ The blue sun is above, here, In the space That is called timeless. The blue sun is below ~

...the state after summer sleep before I (you) have any thoughts, or, more precisely, about the state of occurrence of these thoughts (or whatever you call them). ~and just letting it flow~

...what you're doing among all these ... musicians? You, as well as they, are trying to make the world better, and you, as as well as they, are directed to the single point at which parallel lines will converge, finally. I suppose. ~ Little by little the night turns around Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn Novices lean on each other in yearning Under the leaves the swallow is resting Set the controls for the heart of the sun ~

~Into the quiet happy miserable song. Another sherry, please~

what he's seen and done has devastated him he’s coming down from way up high he’s back from the war singing home, sweet home yes!

The point at infinity sought by the lines of our lives: a point that is unattainable here, in our reality. Or..?

Night, rain. The crime scene. He did not come back.

Updated to "as Bethan said" :-)

Here is the rare chance to listen to JMT who thinking about ~Happiness~

Come here to listen to what The Man said!

~Music to Watch Snowmans By~

Updated, becomes more like a concert. Thank you all.

~ as they fall for a last time, as they wait, for a time, to fall in love again, in the next life. ~ Here, a play on words: "fall [down]" and "fall [in love]", and it's not casual :-)

~Walk a lifetime~

Believe it or not, it may happen But maybe not - as lucky. The foundation of the creation process - combustion, Like dew glows in the rays Of the rising sun ~

from Graceland on pink cadillac, I run.

Remote echo of the stones, rolling; tide, from under the water...

~SleepIng Beauty~

I am alone, I am alone. No one comes to me, I froze. But I do not give up, I know: I came here alone, and I'll leave from here alone. ...and: only if alone I'm destined to reach my peak. Who am I?

Syncopation and escapades: you win! I give up :-)