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

Every day is good, and rainy one in particular, because it is what locks us under the roof, to give time / to force to think about why we live, and to understand the value of short solar moments. -- What's the name of the day to us, who are immortal and infinite?

Die to wake up to be a fool! ...that's what I am loving.

In the distance, the heavy step of the stone guest is heard. Everyone froze and wait...

Short lines, converge and diverge somewhere out, to get back, to run again and again, around and around ~

In move up all the time, No turn around with, We live, we move. --- ...oder? (deutsch:)

He, in turn, just singing all his life before. And found that the life he had was not yet full... Time for the stairway to.

Thank you guys.

I believe after years experts will talk about this like: "You know, it reminds me of, uh ... Trevor... Yes, it was Trevor!" And they, who knows will smile with meaningful glances at each other - "Yes", they will say, "WE KNEW". -- I like it.

Just in case or not, I create the excitement of air that acts On me, on them.

Superb

Thank you, Gary. This is a Saturday Special.

The second day with Gene's music. The flight is OK, all the systems are working in normal mode, psychedelic.

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That music What appear for a moment, then disparaître As those delightful waltzes What echoed out From nowhere --- Thank You, Trev

Perfect case of hitting the target! --- ~like a rainbow~

… and ride under the endless sky full of peppermint.

...go array - That's it!

Smoke of the past The shadow of experiences What was not But could have been ~ Yeah...

Let's step higher, Were larks are. Let's up To the sky, Where the light is, Where blues is. ~Saga continues while we're here~

Oh, it's a good route! Looking forward to listen Geneva, Florence, yeah... You a lucky couple, that's it.