" A matter of truth" which will not be found in a British Parliment during the tumble of Brexidiot

Very nice. I wanted it to keep going and going

absolutely beautiful. Complex yet flows like wine.

This "Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather" is beautiful.

beautiful

<3

I'll light my pipe and sit back and enjoy this condor moment......

the piano player plays and the notes begin to fly

Happy Birthday B as the sun introduces the frost to the grass

very nice

Oh lgor, my dear friend. Thank you, this is very lovely. Bee x

great stuff

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?

Sunday Why does in rain on a sunday why is not sunny every sunday Why does the day not act according to its name why oh why does it have to rain I had plans

Really enjoying this one (now on my third listen)! Thank you kindly for sharing it with us, Igor. :)

Thank you for posting yet another great one, Igor. Always a pleasure listening to these! ^_^

A time for sadness.... what delight..... silent snow dancing it's song to the coming night...

Sitting here in the warm by the fire peering out of the window into the coming night. Seeing the frost sparkle on the decking. I feel a little smug knowing I can stay here in my comfortable chair till morning if I'd like, listening to this wonderful soundscape..... I thank you sir

indeed, i think of snow... i almost hear this as a sound track for a movie, i visualize something in the alps or perhaps the white mountains,, yes quite lovely indeed

Lovely!

On the way down to a very personal Hell of Fire, with Mr. R.Belford.

~Dreams of you all through his head~ it's an open door...

~sadness and corn beverage~no blues~

Dementia as happiness at the end of ends ~Queen Square~

To land off? With weights on his feet? Possible. Just tell her about it directly. She refuse. Because if she didn't feel you before - she don't feel you now. And then...

There are Two Regas: one is horrible, loud and all that. And there is another... here he is - a quiet romantic, huh?

I saw a wall in that cellar, once. And there was the inscription: "Satchmo was here".

Old Anglaise. If really were anything to go by :-)

~to cheer him up to roll-roll-roll. Down~

~Reg can thought~

~tapes don't burn~

O you, my Desirea, you artful! Come back, o Des, and I forgive you, and I love you despite of everything! ~the story is rolling down~

For those who are not in a hurry or who have no hurry, at all. For a peaceful and relaxing listening.

I tighten the belt, hear to the end and no fell. On the contrary, I liked it. Loud is necessary, though.

Child's letter to the editor of the newspaper "Reg Herald": Dear Reg, I'm sorry you're so worried about what happened to you. I've been thinking how to help you - and I find no answer, yet. Parents say that it is necessary to cope on their own and... Yes: never give up. Let me advise you the same thing, my dear Reg. Sincerely yours, Regina Scott P.S. It isn't helped to me, but maybe it can help to you.

...where are the friends? where is that time that seemed so light and simple? ~was a dream once. Now is a faint memory~

Yeah, she definitely wanted somebody with two less... Let her.

Reminds me of Roy Smeck - my favorite ukulele performer. How I love this tiny guitars! Thanks.

~I do not like rock'n'roll music... It's too loud... I like soft music, pop music... Ah! Polka, for instance, or something like this one tune~ ^_^

[ Let's all be there in the end. We will ]