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Where to go away everything that we created? To nowhere, I guess. So, the show goes on. Or: tomfoolery all the way, yeah!

Tango, yeah… It often seemed to appear as displaying the life itself, but in reality it’s just… ~tired passion~

Muted strat - what could be better for a quiet holiday for one?

How precise I have to be? And where is the boundary beyond which comes unnecessary perfectionism?

Soul: it exists, it does not gets old, it just gets… tired. But we’ll feel this later, much later.

To be true to yourself - how is it? True to the sound that you retrieved from the instrument, to give [share] it away to others (to whom? you’ll never know)? True to the mood that you’re trying to follow, and which changes before you realize what it was about? True to The Truth, to which you…read more