~blizzard a silent. In white~

This song is for the one I'll always love. The one who went away. My swan.

The little drummer boy by Tywan muzicmajor Johnson. Merry christmas everyone

I sat down at the computer and recorded this one. No fancy edit here. I would to have had a Fiddle, and a Penny Whistle mixed in too.

Daytime and night direction of the senses are different, and not only with increased perception, but also with some distortion of reality. Voices of the previous thousands of years?

Musical piece about the fairy adventures of toys on and around the Christmas tree, and all that. For us, the boring adults realists, such a story is ridiculous, but not for them - for children who listen to tales with bated breath. For them…

~time as metaphor of being~ ...the chronotope is 'a unit of analysis for studying language according to the ratio and characteristics of the temporal and spatial categories represented in that language'. Specific chronotopes are said to correspond…

~and then he felt how it was - that last year's snow~