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

They don't swim, they fly in the water, like clouds in the sky; flying...

We do not know their names. We will find out what they are beyond tonight's news. Great one, indeed.

We do not know their names. We will find out what they are beyond tonight's news. Great one

Toys come to us, live with us and then they leave; their lives are similar to ours. Toy triumph, toy fall, toy fate...

~Mae'n edrych fel môr o dawelwch, mae'n yn straen, mae'n yn aros~

The usual phrase: "it was the logical conclusion (continuation) of something", but the fact of the matter is that, looking closer, we see: illogical. Or logic simply not exist (and not needed to :-)

Thank you, my true friends! Who would I be without you?

~Screaming for the Blues~ ...yeah!

~ So we count a little higher till we lose our souls, Then we step back, Thus, we don't count but just close our eyes, And then steps forward, right on the ice. Then step more.... ~

I let my heart to trouble me 'cause of this groove My heart is in worry 'cause I'm from this world So~ ^_^

Stars - what's this? Whether it was Reflected In the cup Until the tea Was over? ~

I don't hurry I have no place to hurry I have no need to hurry I simply here To exist ~

The artificial city, You cold as ice, as always. Why do you call me, Why again? ~

For all the elves out of nowhere.

He howled in the night That someone was listening, He howled whole night That someone was. He howled all night And the moon Came out~

I just got a new Vespa, riding on it since yesterday, jo! This Drive fits O.K. :-)

~We are all the branches of a tree that grows to become Tree of Life~

...seems theme for the [moto]riding, for the rush hour, or... hmm.

Piece, full of fading lights. Is an ambient blues.

Thank you all for listening, this is one of my favorite piece in recent times.