Musique pour ne rien faire. Because of summertime, summertime...

~For whom who far away~ Also: "The Red Cow tried to stop dancing but it was no good. "' I can't. It is the seventh day of dancing. And I can't eat. I can't sleep.' "Hm - very strange." said the King. What does it feel like?" "Funny…

Perpetual motion of things that will not stop even when we're no longer here. Strange feeling. --- "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?" Pointless, really... "Do the stars gaze back?" Now…

From heart to heart it comes A stream of sounds That so worries, So beckon ... For Trevor, the one and only

Unfulfilled dreams of a mysterious tango dancer.

...it seemed to me that all was not right, should it be otherwise, would be better, but how? ..and then I woke up.

Don't stop, just don't stop, then ...

For all who are happy right now, or will later, or for ever. --- "All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.." William Shakespeare…

The fates of people like snowflakes: curled, they laugh and fall down.

Pièce pour guitare, en trois parties. ~Journaux de Paris~